Another quiet lazy weekend in the garden. We’ve had a couple of cabbage already, with Matt remarking that you can tell an organic one by all the live caterpillars tucked in the leaves.
Brisbane had it’s yearly Ekka without the usual strong westerly winds. Instead we had a flash of rain on our day off.
One of my red tulips has poked it’s head up. I was expecting the petals to come up closed and then open into their characteristic bowl shape when they have matured. One of the King Edward yellow daffodils is also flowering in the front yard.
We were chatting with our neighbour who unfortunately had their white picket fence spray painted with green graffiti tags. He commented that the days had started to warm up and remarked that we went straight from winter to summer in a week. The clover coming back was a sign of spring for him. Matt uses the leaves returning on the frangipani tree as his guide.
We have picked the unknown citrus that was green and is now going yellow. We’ve decided the only way to finally decide what it is, is to taste it. Will it be a lemon, lime or orange?