Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Spring has sprung, August in the garden.






 Little sister delights in pushing big brother, they're still keenly earning clicks.

 Partner very kindly dug in my green manure, I did the first bed and was surprised at how heavy going it was, big points for helping with this one! we harvested and feasted on the pea shoots before burying the remainder.

 Duck poo and tip found plastic carpet protectors for solarising (killing with heat) grass and green manure. Maybe some sort of future hothouse material too?  Awaiting the time to sow summer crops, frost last night and tonight too I suspect.









 Pollen filled webs, wattles and pines are sharing their yellow goodness everywhere.

 Second sown crop of peas emerging, they seemed to take forever, sowed some more today.   There can never be too many peas in our house.




 2nd year quince with new growth

 Rhubarb re-emerging after possum attack.

 Bamboo fading, don't think it likes its new home. Poor oldhamii.

 Potatoes emerging.

 Carrots looking promising






  Little one can't resist picking a Correa flower daily.

 Buddleia tree is coming into full bloom - bees were flocking, still awaiting the return of the butterflies, everything seems early this year.



Bush tucker Mountain Pepper flowering
  










 Golden Dust Wattle



I adore the heady scent of Brown Boronia. The smells around here are amazing - wattles, mixed with violets, buddleia, and jonquils. 
Sweet, sweet Spring.

2 comments:

  1. Hang on little bamboo, you can do it!!

    Garden is looking glorious..can't believe the click system is all still happening via the verbal 'click'.

    Must put some peas in this week...maybe even some sweet peas *gasp*!

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  2. Your photos of your beautiful garden are just gorgeous!

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young