The cooler weather has been good to me. Let us count the ways.
Our Cherry Belle radishes, planted two months ago, took way longer to get to this wee size. But we're getting there. The biggest radish is about ¾ the size of a ping pong ball. One day, I will grow normal sized vegetables, and they will be awesome.
An old neighbour left us a pile of cute flowerpots last month, so I’ve taken cuttings from our succulents, hoping to get some nice little decorative pieces. See here are stalks of a money plant (Portulacaria afra, I think), and pups of aloe (Aloe vera chinensis, I think).
You'll notice I haven't cleaned up. Gosh, look what the crazy weather has done to my tidy garden.
Meanwhile, the parent aloe plant is going bonkers and I’m not sure what to do about it.
Toward the end of summer, our peppermint seeded and died, and the lemon balm was all shrivelled up, the impatiens were gone. Thanks to ants and neglect, the soil was dry and caving in - but it was still better than before. I gave the soil a stir and kept watering, added more organic things - peat, worm poo, worms. Planted new mint, which is now happy and thriving.
In April, we planted a little clump of creeping fig (Ficus pumila), which we hope will take over its bed, and decorate the dividing wall. That section is starting to look cosy, and it’s only been two months. I doubt this plant will become invasive anytime soon; summer in our yard is unforgiving. I’ll have to think of something pretty for the summer dieback - maybe red kangaroo paw?
These azaleas were given to us by a good friend, who works in an established garden. He tells me this type of azalea was popular in the 70s and 80s, but isn't easy to get hold of any more. This makes them pretty special, to me. I’m loath to plant them out. Hopefully, they’ll be happy in these pots until we get a more permanent home.
This agapanthus should be dead by now. I’ve not loved this guy at all since we got him two Christmases ago. But that he’s survived of his own volition gives me newfound respect.
Our coriander is going mad. March seems to be the right time for planting. This stuff smells strong. All I have to do is water it to smell it from a metre away.
Finally, in 2012, I took two cuttings from a jade plant (Crassula ovata). They’re pretty much tiny trees now. The leaves grow plump and dense. I’m at a point now where I don’t know what to do with them. Can you eat them? Where in the circle of life do they fit?
My yearning for a farm grows stronger every day. Not a full-blown one like Farmette, but a space bigger than 500m2; something that fits us, our cats, some chickens, dogs and a goat. I don't yearn to have children, so maybe this is my displaced mothering instinct - the wish to be a small-farm marm.