Do you find that on today's internet you often read stuff that's of interest, but only a few days later you can't remember exactly where you read it? It's a case of "that was a thousand clicks ago, how can I remember that?".
Well, I'm pleading a case of thousand-click memory loss, but I was reading some Australian gardening content last week – not a well-informed blogger, it was some fool doing it for money – who was banging on about the grey, gloomy depths of winter, as if they were living in Europe or North America. I wandered outside into my admittedly chilly-ish garden and all I could see in the depths of winter here was lush greenery and a beautiful array of colours.
And so for this little posting I would like to celebrate the depths of winter here in Sydney, Australia. When the cold winds blow from the south you certainly need jumpers and jackets, and slow-cooked casseroles still taste fab once the sun has gone down, but out in the garden there's plenty of colour to enjoy.
|Squadrons of bees are feasting on the lavender, their little black|
legs glowing golden with collected pollen.
|The bromeliads enjoyed the World Cup action in Rio, and wish|
they were back home in South America, but Sydney is OK.
|Even the bromeliads waiting their turn to|
flower can at least wear nice variegated fashions.
|My 'hedge' of chervil is at its peak. The flopped|
over bits in the foreground are merely drunk on
the drink of fresh water I gave them a few
moments before I started snapping pix. They'll
sober up soon enough.
|Kalanchoe 'Copper Spoons' is loving the cooler weather.|
I'm trying to strike lots of babies of this lovely thing. No luck
yet, but it is a slow process, I believe.
|And the Crassula 'Campfire' is well and truly ablaze.|
|The new mint growing in the 'spot from hell'|
under the adjacent grevillea is loving its first
few months here, but it needs lots of water to
keep this backlit beauty happy.
|A Christmas gift poinsettia pot which Pammy|
is taking a special interest in is doing what it
does naturally in the cooler months: blush red.
|And finally, this single tibouchina bloom doesn't|
know it's winter. It's meant to flower in autumn,
so either it's early or it's late, but it's on its own, the
only flower on the bush at the moment.