Story telling from Australia
Max Dupain must have photographed Sydney on a day like today. Even my studio is awash.
There are benefits of course. The ground will drink in this soaking rain and when it stops I’ll plant kale and cabbage in pots and raised beds. Eliza Waters sent me this link to an article on growing vegetables that can tolerate shade, and it begs the question why it never occurred to me to check. I just assumed all veg needed at least six hours of sunlight a day.
Cabbage, beetroot and broccoli – three of my all-time favourites – should grow in this shady plot – and the only reason the beetroot failed last year must have been down to the slugs.
It explains why the kale I planted as an experiment actually grew, although slugs ate it before we could. Within a matter of days the healthy looking leaves had been reduced to a single stalk.
All this rain will encourage those voracious slugs, some no bigger than my little fingernail, so the torch is by the back door, waiting for dead of night when I can sneak out and catch them in the act.
What to do with them is more of an issue. I hate killing things. The slugs are often relocated onto the roof of my studio, in the hope that birds will eat them come morning, by which time they’ve no doubt slid down the corrugated iron, floated through the gutters and are safely back in their daytime hiding places, ready for another nightly assault. And since I don’t go out every night to catch them, it’s fair to assume the slugs are winning.
No matter. The miniature lime tree I planted at the front of the house has buds on it.
Always look on the bright side of life.
Even when it’s raining.