Spring has sprung


Lately the weather has been completely fickle.  One minute it's warm, the sun is shining and the sky is blue, and the next the clouds roll in, the wind whips-up into a frenzy, and the rain comes down.  It's typical Spring weather here in South East Queensland at the moment.  As I type this, I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance and it looks like a storm is on its way.

Thanks to the recent rain we've been having, the garden is looking a little wild and woolly.  It doesn't help that I've had next to no time to spend in it as we're currently in the throes of renovating the house.  The garden is over-run in places and in desperate need of a good weeding.  To make matters worse, my garden is a little hodgepodge, especially where herbs and vegetables are concerned.  I am definitely not an orderly gardener, as much as I would love to be.

Speaking of vegetables, aside from a number of vigorously growing heirloom tomatoes (read: triffids), the rest of my veggie garden is non-existent right now.  After the last of my winter veg was pulled-up, the beds remain bare as I need to repair their walls, then top them up with soil and mulch before I can plant my seedlings.  Lately I've been toying with the idea of turning these raised beds into an English-style cottage garden, as I adore flowers and it has always been a dream of mine to fill the house with freshly cut blooms that I've grown myself.  However, it's unlikely that I will replace my beloved kitchen garden, as it's perfectly positioned right outside my kitchen door.  I love how I only need open the door and fresh veggies are ready to be harvested.  I think I might have to look for another spot to fulfil my fantasy of a quintessential Cotswold garden.

Whilst my veggies may be a bit sparse, Spring has brought on an absolute glut of mulberries.  The boughs are heavy with fruit right now, and it's a daily battle between myself and the birds to see who can pick the ripe fruit first - currently the birds are winning.  Each year I contemplate netting my trees, but it's one of those jobs I tend to put off to the point of forgetting about it altogether, until the following year when I'm frantically chasing the birds away again.


Mind you this past week I've decided to leave the mulberries to the birds.  I had a nasty surprise the other night while I was preparing the fruit for a crumble we were to enjoy later that evening for dessert.  After washing them, I was about to pop them into the pan when I noticed tiny little worms wriggling their way out of the fruit - straight into the bin they went!  So now not only do I have to battle birds, it seems I also have to compete with fruit flies too.  The struggle is real!

Lightning is zig-zagging across the sky, and a frightened Kookaburra has landed on the roof above the fire place, and I can hear his song echo down the chimney.  I'd best be off as it looks like I need to batten-down the hatches before the storm sweeps through, and I've literally just remembered I have several loads of washing to bring in off the line before they get soaked through.


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