Drop down, ye heavens*

Someone up there was listening.

For the first time in months and months, we have rain. RAIN!! Accompanied by some quite emphatic thunder and lightning. Poor Mouse is hiding his head under the bedclothes; he hates thunder. He’s showing the whites of his eyes, and will not be pacified or placated with treats and cuddles; instead he stands and trembles and pants, or paces the house looking for somewhere the nasty bangs and crashes don’t penetrate. Poor boy…

I won’t have to water the yard at 6.30am. I won’t have to worry about Mouse’s zoomies wearing bare patches in the brown crispy grass, or losing some of the mature shrubs which are looking very stressed.

Our huge downpipes are gurgling with deep organ tones. They’re 20cm (8 inches) in diameter, built to handle monsoon-style rain, and tonight, they’re doing a great job. The wind is howling a fair bit, and the neighbour’s wind chime is clashing and clanking rather than chiming sweetly. What is sweet, though, is the smell of wet earth and leaves, wafting through the screen door onto the porch. It’s a classic ‘storm from the west’, bringing the thunder and lightning you don’t get with storms coming down from the wet tropics in the north.

It probably won’t last long enough to fill any dams or reservoirs, but it’ll replenish a good few water tanks and save the farmers having to irrigate for a few days and pay the electricity bill for pumping water they can ill afford. (The worst of irrigation is they have to take the water when it’s available, which means they’re pumping water over the crops at a time of day when it’ll evaporate and burn the leaves.)

As I write, the banging and crashing is receding into the distance, heading away to the northwest and out to sea. We’re lucky the cell was strong enough to maintain itself till it reached us; often, the westerlies beat themselves to death against the top of the range and the coastal strip doesn’t get anything.

We won’t have to get on the roof to wash the dust off the solar panels. We won’t have to wash the car or mop the deck. What we will have to do, sadly, is mow the grass, and probably very soon…

Still, it’s a good problem to have!

*Isaiah 45:8

The quick and the dead

Images from this morning’s walk with Mouse.

The quick is the mangoes; a lavish crop of ‘commons’ in all the local trees, making a bid for immortality by fruiting well in harsh conditions. Also quick are the very early blossoms on the poincianas (aka Flamboyant Tree or Delonix regis), which normally flower for Christmas. All around the area, the trees are wearing enormous pompoms of brilliant scarlet flowers, almost as if they were waiting for an international convention of cheerleaders.

The dead is mostly everything else. Even the indestructible bougainvilleas have lost their green leaves, and the hot pink, purple and orange flowers are bursting forth on bare stems. Blossoms are falling everywhere, and any grass that isn’t irrigated is either brown and crispy, or already history.

On the upside, a little rain is forecast for the weekend. A couple of hours, not enough to restore the land, but it’ll make the fire danger just a little less. And a little more rain next week.

It had better be quick or there’ll be more dead.

Short stuff

We’ll start with the good stuff.

The bananas are ready!

These little babies are Ducasse or sugar bananas. You cut the stem before they’re fully ripe, or you’ll lose the lot to the possums, birds and fruit bats.  You then hang the stem in a warm, airy place (in this case, our garage), and cut the hands off as they ripen. It’s going to take a while to get through this lot, they’ll ripen fast and we’ll need some help, so I’ve already given some away. Neighbours and family will all be eating bananas for a while.

Now for the not so good.

My 97 year old father is in hospital with a broken femur. They found him quickly after he fell, and surgery was the same day. If all goes well, he’ll be up and walking in the next day or so. We’ll see how that goes, but he’s 18,000kms away and there’s a 10 hour time difference… It’s  hard to just wait for information.

And my eye infection is back, with a vengeance, and now it’s in both eyes. I have stronger antibiotics. If that doesn’t do the trick, the next stage is a bit alarming: CT scan, hospital, intravenous antibiotics. So I’m strongly favouring the antibiotics doing exactly what they’re supposed to do. It’s been 12 days since this nonsense started, and instead of just one site of infection I now have three. I feel like I’ve been punched in the eyes, and it’s not nice.

I’m not having a good time right now. These things are sent to try us…

A welcome home

We got back mid afternoon.

The worst of the unpacking is done. Mouse has reacquainted himself with every corner of the house and back yard and has enjoyed stretching his legs and savaging a bone out there. He’s now asleep (at least until I feed him, that is), and the Husband and I are both sitting down with a cup of tea.

I wandered around the back yard to see if everything had survived. It has, and the garden has welcomed me home with a few new faces. Here are pictures and no words; I’m too tired.

More tomorrow 🙂

Mango and papaya

No, it’s not a gardening post.

The title refers to the colours in the lightweight linen fabric I recently bought, greatly reduced, from Spotlight. It was two separate pieces, each just a hair over a metre long. I just love the design, splashy and really bright in gorgeous acid fruity colours.

The Husband has missed out on a career as a fashion photographer… Not my best photo, but you get the idea.

I had a pattern I was wanting to try, Butterick B6024. I’d originally bought it for View B, with three-quarter length sleeves. I had some pretty blue and white lawn to make it in. I still plan to do that, but the pattern really demanded a short sleeved version for sunny days.  In theory, I shouldn’t have been able to squeeze this top out of the fabric I had, but I had a cunning plan. The design called for a neck binding cut on the bias, which really gobbles up fabric. I decided I could do without that, and made the neck binding from a blending acid green fat quarter, using this method. Not only did I get the rest of the top out of the fabric I had quite easily, I also have some scraps left over, the largest of which is 12×24 inches, as well as some bias strip. I’m wondering what I can make of them. Something to co-ordinate with the top maybe? Any suggestions?

I’m now thinking that this top is so comfortable, it would make a nice summer dress if I extended the length by 18in/46cm. That blue and white lawn is about 4 metres long, it’d do the job perfectly and leave me some quite large scraps for something else. I also have a large scale emerald green and white gingham which would work too, so long as I’m not too fussy about matching stuff up.

And finally, that orchid I mentioned the other day?  I’ve brought it out of the orchid house, and it’s now hanging outside the living room window, where I can enjoy it and keep an eye on it.

Tomorrow’s ScrapHappy Day, but after that, I’ll be getting back to the Hatbox Quilt.

Silent, but not still

Me, that is.

I haven’t posted for a few days, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t done anything. It’s just that repeated posting about the same project with only small increments of change can cause reader-enjoyment fatigue, I think, unless there’s real, visible progress. Today, I thought there was something for you to look at 🙂

Although I do have progress to show on the Hatbox quilt, I’m going to break it up with some pretties from my back yard. There’s still beauty happening out there, despite the total absence of rain, the hot, dry winds and the unseasonal heat.

So, nearly two-thirds of the quilt joined up. One modest seam to do and it will be two-thirds. It’s going well and easily, and I don’t want to rush through it.

In the back yard, the three baby pineapples are growing. This one’s nearly twice the size it was last time I showed it two weeks ago.

The bananas are getting bigger and bigger, and I’m keeping an eye on them to make sure the fruit bats and possums don’t start paying them too much attention.

They have a ‘banana bag’ over them to protect them from animals and from getting too scorched by the sun.

And in the orchid house, this lovely is flowering. It has at least 10 more buds, so when more of them are out, I’ll show it again. So pretty…

Sadly, the grass is all brown and when Mouse does his daily zoomie up and down, he’s kicking up clouds of dust. The amaryllis, or hippeastrums, all bright scarlet, are flowering like it’s going out of fashion – which it may indeed be, if we don’t get some rain soon.

It’s a thing with plants, isn’t it?  If they’re stressed, they flower like crazy to get in one final try at reproducing themselves.

I think I may have to bring that orchid inside, out of the orchid house, so I can give it some personal attention and admiration. Flowers that pretty shouldn’t bloom unseen.

Right, back to the hand stitching. Before I know where I am, it’ll be time to bind!

The Gardens of Chiconia #53: Warming up

Not that it gets really cold here, you understand.

But the days are getting longer, the nights and early mornings are a little less cool, and all around the back yard things are bursting into flower. There are some in cooler colours, but the great majority are in warm shades of red, pink and orange. Not my planning, just what’s here, and I’m feeling the need to introduce some cooler colours. I love blues and lilacs, so I’m thinking I’ll intersperse the large quantities of red hippeastrums (not yet out, but in bud) with some agapanthus and find homes for solanum, plumbago, passionflower, a petrea vine, and another couple of brunfelsia bushes.

What’s bright and beautiful in your backyard right now?