Why on earth have I never thought of bringing my herbs inside in Winter? The first chill and they retract into the soil, not to be seen again until Spring. I brought my French Tarragon inside last week, with only the tiniest hint of green above ground. Lo, a week later it is
A ladybug alighted on my laundry basket this morning. She watched as I tamed the flapping sheets into neat little bundles. Undisturbed, or perhaps intrigued, by my presence she continued her day among the green blades of grass.
Did you know that ants are fussy eaters? Here they have a fine array of vegetables and fruits on offer in my compost bowl, but they’re all jostling for a spot on the apple core. Shoulder to shoulder, munching their little hearts out.
The brilliant red Rosellas lob in every afternoon before dusk, landing on the washing line outside my lounge room window. They come in pairs and there are three couples who lodge in the tree in my yard. After a bit of argy bargy on the line, they flap up to their roost before
It’s a particular kind of warmth, the winter sun. So gentle and soft as it warms your skin slowly. You’ll find me wherever the north windows let these gorgeous beams inside.
Brilliant sunlight beams through the fog of a frosty autumn morning, illuminating the fine fabric of the vine leaves like an x-ray.
The winter afternoon sun is stunning in this part of the world. The colours are at full saturation and the contrast between light and shade is dramatic. A wonderful landscape to traverse on my way home.
There’s an audaciousness to this plant in the way that sticks itself to the white wall, gradually creeping up and out. One little leaf after another, it secretes a translucent latex that acts like a glue, hardening as it dries and allowing it to spread like a pretty monster. ‘Ficus pumila’ is its
Dodgy-looking bird tossing cigarette butts on the windowsill. I reckon it had a big night out last night. Probably hadn’t been to bed yet.
This tiny toadstool is growing down the side of my house, not making a fuss, but a treat for the eyes if one looks down. It’s a solitary growth, happy with its orange cap and the grass forest behind.
