… and the garden goes a tiny bit bonkers. Well, this IS the tropics.
Things have simply bushed out, grown up, thrown out a whole handful of leaves, or just one enormous perfect one, come into flower, become a tiny bit scary, or simply thrived. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. We’ve had some nice thunderstorms here while I was away, and the garden’s had a good solid drink. No flooding, either, so I’m congratulating myself on the soil improvement. Not too soon, I hope. The Wet proper hasn’t started, and won’t until January/February. At that point, I fully expect to see a few things floating away on the tide, so I’m encourage that everything seems to be putting down solid roots and making the most of the weather. I’m happy to see plants/trees I was worried about turning the corner and flourishing a whole branch of new leaves, or becoming the correct shade of green, or actually putting out some flowers.
The downside, of course, of all this mad growth is that the weeds are similarly encouraged. I’ve spent a good 20 minutes pulling up palm seedlings in my desert garden, and foresee that continuing for months yet. There’s sorrel, purslane, grass, acacia seedlings, Farmer’s Friend, chickweed, and numerous other irritating gatecrashers. There’s nasty stuff attempting a break-in over the neighbour’s fence. The other neighbour’s palm trees continue to drop fronds and fruit onto our side of the fence (which get promptly tossed back over, but sometimes damage a plant).
On the other upside, lots of scented things are now in flower, and the warm, humid evenings are lush with the aroma of frangipani, murraya, jasmine, brunfelsia, and angel trumpets.
Our trip south was long, useful, tiring, entertaining and now, thank God, over. The concert in Brisbane was wonderful; beautiful music, beautifully played, and heaps of fun at the end, waving flags, throwing tickertape, stamping, clapping and singing along. The Husband enjoyed himself greatly and we will definitely be making a date of it next year too.
Christmas is not too far off, and I have volunteered to entertain the Chiconi tribe here in Chiconia, since I’m the only one with a table long enough to seat 14 comfortably. Said table, however, needs to be sanded and dressed with a couple of coats of oil so that it’s looking its best and will be waterproof for the event. Wonder what I’ll be doing on my next available day off, then… The menu is still in development, but as it’s for a late lunch and will be the hottest time of year, turkey and all the trimmings will not be featuring. More on that another day.
Till next time.