Story telling from Australia
There’s so much to celebrate when spring arrives. Plants that have been dormant over winter burst into life and others that have shown little enthusiasm for growth positively thrum with renewed vigour.
Now that I’ve switched focus from the shady courtyard at the back to the potentially sunny patch at the front I find there’s a bit of vim in my step too.
It pained me to do it but the camellia had a radical haircut. It’s the kind of cut that would make most people vow never to go back to that particular hairdresser but I don’t claim to have any skill in that department. Brute force and a sharp saw did the job.
The result has let more light into the front garden, so with luck the newly transplanted blueberry bushes will thrive and there’s even a chance I could grow something more exciting than shade-tolerant cabbage.
Let’s ignore the broad beans. My jubilant celebration of their leafy growth and abundant flowers turned out to be premature.
And the photograph below was taken this afternoon.
It’s not good, I know. After only a day or two tucked out of sight down the side of the house (oh all right, maybe I did leave them there for a week) while Matt and his mate worked on the fence, something ate them – all of them. If it was slugs or snails I marvel at their speed and wonder at their size. It makes me hesitate to go out at night alone.
It’s been a week of action. A sharp brush and frenzied scrubbing with hot water, washing up liquid and bicarbonate of soda sorted out the outdoor table and chairs. Picked up cheaply on eBay they’d weathered to a dark silver grey, which I quite liked until spots of mould took hold over winter and turned weathered elegance into drab and dirty neglect.
Now look at them. Amazing what a bit of effort can do. Thanks Clyde and Heath for helping!
Removing the mould might help the climbing rose that grows next to the bench, which last year suffered a shocking attack of black spot. It’s been cut back, treated with lime sulphur and a dose of fertilizer and it’s looking much happier.
Me too. The trip to Tassie went well, the ladies of the CWA were as gorgeous as they always are and I sold heaps of books. So never mind that I’m not the world’s best pruner and who cares that something ate the broad beans, the main thing is to get in, have a go and don’t be timid. Throw away plants that aren’t thriving, or at the very least cut them back, and keep planting new ones.
The same is true of writing. If it’s not working chuck it out or cut it out, and keep trying something new.
I’m on the attack!