Category Archives: gardening
Mending the existing specs frame proved impossible. However, by great good fortune, there was a frame in stock that was the right design and size, and whatever colour it is (slightly different from the original, I think, but I don’t much care because once the specs are my face I don’t see them). I was delighted to find such a low-cost solution and am once again restored to reasonable vision after what were a fairly rough couple of days.
To wind up the week in pleasant style, last night Youngest Aunt and Uncle, Friend E, and Dr B and I attended a “meet the author” talk by Aussie crime writer Chris Hammer whose new title Silver was released earlier this year. The talk took place at a library that’s probably halfway between the others’ southern-suburban residences and our northern-suburban one, and a lovely walk out from the City for me after work, so it was a winner all round in that respect.
We have all been readers of pretty much anything from an early age, and Youngest Aunt and I freely admit to being lifelong whodunnit aficionados, so we didn’t need the added incentive of wine and sandwiches that were included in the ticket price… but they were very nice, and it’s always good to support local wines and wineries. And, you know, thanks to my new specs, I could see everything that was going on and what was in the sandwiches!
May all your literary events be equally as clear and delightful 🙂
Dr B mowed the lawn and weeded the flower beds the other day, and was looking for a bit of praise. I pointed out that, actually, I’d already weeded the geranium that he included in the general “aren’t I wonderful?” photoshoot! He agreed, and repeated his frequent query as to whether that really is a geranium? Well, yes, it is; although it’s not a variety that Nonna ever grew. I was inspecting the garden this morning and noticed that there’s a bud on said plant. Why don’t we wait for that to bloom fully and then discuss whether it’s a geranium?
I acknowledge, BTW, that there’s some confusion around whether any given plant is a geranium or a pelargonium. Even the experts agree that the plants are members of the same family, so I don’t want to muddy the waters. Either way, there are many varieties and this is certainly unlike those that Dr B’s Mum grew so well. This particular cutting came from Middle Aunt and I can’t remember what colour the blooms will be… but we may not have very long to wait before that is revealed.
This plant is potted, so I’m hoping that it will fare better than the climbing geranium I transplanted from the front garden to the back, relocating it to a spot recommended by Dr B… who, rather than relocate it again, proceeded to trample all over it during building. Yeah, right. Of course it died.
When you cannot get warm, you reach the end of the week feeling a great deal worse than you began it, and even many hours of sleep (Friday night through to Saturday lunchtime) don’t help a great deal, you should probably acknowledge that you’re genuinely unwell.
All of the above having been true, and a massive allergic reaction adding insult to injury, I finally decided that the cosmos was plainly sending me a message and stayed in bed all day.
May you be faring a great deal better with your seasonal change 🙂
It’s the time of year when all the neighbourhood lawnmowers are kicking up a racket, and many of them are also throwing lots of grass cuttings into the air. Airborne bits of other highly allergenic plants mean that YoungB is utterly miserable with hay fever. I’m not far behind. But, you know, it’s warm enough that a load of laundry will dry on the outside line, which we both find gratifying because it means our work clobber is suddenly a great deal easier to manage and maintain.
Although the coming week is forecast to have cold nights, the days are definitely improving with regard to temperatures and we now have considerably longer daylight hours. It’s not warm enough to move meals entirely outdoors, but lunch is certainly a viable option for al fresco dining. I expect we’ll soon be stoking up the barbie on the weekend. As you’d doubtless agree, a BBQ can be as simple or complex as you like, but the drifting aroma of fried onion and those “scorched outside and half-cooked inside” sausages is an unmistakable part of the Aussie summer. It’s also far more enjoyable than the drifting grass.
But, hey, who could capture better what an Aussie BBQ is really about than the truly inimitable Eric Bogle? As you’ll see if you go to the link, that’s a 1982 recording. I can only say that, after all these years, I still get a laugh out of that song. I hope you, too, might enjoy Eric’s keen observations of what is a quintessential element of the Australian summer.
May all your sausages not taste like fried toothpaste 🙂
Do you remember I mentioned that Dr B has been busy with a (re)construction project? It’s actually some overdue maintenance and upgrading of our pergola, and has involved, inter alia, removing and replacing rotten timbers and reinforcing the new, slightly narrower beams. The new work has all come together within a remarkably small error margin – we’re talking a few millimetres – so the doc is very happy. He reckons the next bit will be faster. I’m not entirely convinced, but it is probably true that the trickiest calculations are over and that the base for the rest of the work is now in place.
You’ll notice a couple of agapanthus flowers (really; you can clearly see one but believe me when I say there are two; and there’s a bud just beginning to show colour). There would normally be more blooms at this time of year, but I think the disruption to their micro-environment might have affected them. Or then again, who knows? They might just be late blooming this year because of the climatic disruption.
I’m finishing ends on a pile of face scrubbies, and am about to start another lot of crocheted string bags. Once again, I’m using Bendigo Woollen Mills cotton, and this time I hope I’ll remember to photograph the finished articles before I give them away. I’m much taken by this bag, but might have to pass on it for now, even though she explains very clearly with good visuals. I love the shape of the finished article.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re neither melting nor freezing and that both your DIY and crafting endeavours are bearing fruit 🙂
By happy coincidence, the above photo popped up on some reminder this morning. So today, I whipped out my phone and took the photo below.
If ever there were a lesson in the value of leaving things to their own devices and being able to pretend you’re a gardener, this would come close. For a splash of closer colour, here’s the true beauty of a blooming iris.