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.
Brisbane had a very wild night on Sunday. The thunder was intense and deafening. My heart was shaking so much and adrenaline surged through my body. Big M yelled at me to get away from the windows because he thought the pressure of the wind might blow them in. Then I saw a flash of lightening a mere metre away from the window and we both huddled into the centre of the house. I tried to reassure myself that, as our house is over fifty years old, if it has lasted this long, it would survive this storm.
An hour later the storm had passed and we went outside to assess the damage. It was the heaviest rain I’ve seen in a long time, and the wind was very destructive in our neighbourhood. Out the front a very large and once proud gum tree had its main limbs blown off. Luckily the branches fell across the road and missed all three houses on the other compass points. Our next door neighbour with the pesky ginger cats had a large tree completely uprooted. Down the road, fences were blown over and there was more tree carnage.
Fortunately, the vegetable beds look fine and the fruit trees all survived. The lattice holding up the sweet peas blew off and the native raspberry flapped its arms around aimlessly. The rain was very welcome and thoroughly soaked the soil in our beds. Our water tank was overflowing.
Surprisingly, we have spotted the first of our seeds sprouting up in the vegetable patches. Of course, it’s the beans and the squash.