Friday, July 10, 2009
Even though our days are only just starting to creep into longer and my toes are permanently frozen, I haven’t forgotten our last blistering, burning summer. I listen to the reports coming out of the Victorian Bushfires Royal Commission, and have very mixed feelings over shout-it-out, run-all-about fun at the beach and the disastrous potential in the bush.
For now, there’s a sense of quiet in our poor old neglected garden. The trees strike a silhouette pose, stark against pale skies. On the ground, there is lush green cool as random wild jonquils bulge to popping point.
Even with all the wintry hibernation, we have more splashes of colour in our garden now than we do in a stressed, shrill, water-deprived summer. We bucket bath water over Winter Roses all through the warmer months but now is the time to reap the reward and bring some of the outside in, with exuberant vases of my favourite, slightly prickly, loveliness.
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