The ants have started trekking through our house and the letterbox.
A small shower of rain passed through yesterday. One of only two rainfalls in the last two months. Mind the gap between the soil and the pots. The red dust storms with their iron rich topsoil from down south have kept us out of the garden. At least that’s our excuse, the weather has been very erratic lately.
I’m trying to appreciate the bindi patches and yellow dandelions. Thankfully it’s nearly the end of swooping season.
But sometimes you just need to get back out there. Yesterday between light showers and predicting the optimum wet clothes hanging on the washing line time, we did a few odd chores. We topped up another bed and pulled off all the old canes of the passionfruit vines.
Our grass is beyond yellow and now mostly dust sticks. Our legs grew itchy as we sorted out our baby cherry tomatoes into bags of unripe greens and healthy reds for chutney making.
Matt dug up the remaining potatoes and proudly filled another shoe box.
Only the parsley and silverbeet are thriving.