Of all the silly things a usually sensible person could do, I updated our accounts on Saturday, and delving into inconvenient financial facts always has a slightly depressing effect, doesn't it? And so yesterday, Sunday, was a low point for me, a cheerless day in the garden where all I did was pull out weeds and cut back a rampant ground cover in the front garden that likes to accost pedestrians in the street.
Not the greatest weekend, but it did end well with the first good downpour of rain in ages, and then this morning, Monday, wandering out into the garden had an amazingly uplifting effect on me. Everywhere I looked I saw positive signs, pretty colours, sweet scents – it was full of good cheer.
And so, dear readers, I present a simple posting designed partly to cheer myself up but also to celebrate the benefits of slowing down and taking stock not only of the pennies in the jar but also the beautiful, natural riches around you.
|For the record, this is my favourite typo, cheery tomatoes.|
|Just as I stepped away from cheery frangipani|
land I smiled at a conversation I had with an
expert gardener about how impossible it is to
grow Acacia cognata in Sydney.
|The rain brings out the scents and the colours;|
this pot of mint was spicy with its tangy scent.
|The mint is in flower now, a happy plant in semi-shade provided|
it's given outrageous amounts of water and fertiliser.
|Next door to the mint, the French tarragon is a contented low|
forest of foliage. Medium water, slow-release fertiliser is all
it needs, plus one hell of a cutback in early spring.
|My first go at growing Florence fennel is doing|
OK. I have a whole packet of seeds here, but
only planted a few in late spring, as I had
missed the boat for the earlier spring sowing
it prefers. This autumn, I'm sowing lots more.
|The strawberries just keep on coming. We started|
harvesting breakfast bowls full of these back in
early October and they aren't close to finishing
yet. And to think I didn't even plant anything
there! They came up out of the compost, just
like monsters come up out of black lagoons.
|The Thai makrut lime fruit is ready for grating|
into dressings, salads and sauces, but the only
hard thing is removing them from the tree,
simply because they look so good there, all
knobbly, deep green and just a bit weird.
|There's a party going on in the succulent patch.|
If you're still with me after this marathon 'cheer up' to myself, thanks. There really is nothing quite like a spin around the garden on a cool morning after overnight rain. Quite magical, its effect.