By the blossom trees...
Time to focus on the garden, not on what it needs (the list would require uber-scrolling to read in full), but on the beauty within it. The new daffodils in pots are flowering on and on. The strong red Camellias and Rhododendrons are beautiful, a wonderful contrast to the fluffy pink and white blossom trees.
And the lawns have been mowed, so there's a gentle sense of order to the garden borders. Long may this last!
Off to the Frisbee Lawn Border...
Decided that I would do some weeding by the gorgeous weeping cherry trees. So off I went to clean up around the Frisbee Lawn Border. There was much to do, and the lawn mower had done a terrible job of defining the edges. Time for the edging shears, and the scissors - ridiculous. Started by the dog kennels, chopped a lot of the marauding potato vine off its neighbour shrubs. Burnt all the mess.
More Wattle Logs
Meanwhile Non-Gardening Partner finally brought down one of the remaining Wattle trees in the so-called Wattle Woods (now reduced to two surviving mature trees and a couple of seedlings). Minimal casualties - a squashed Phormium and two Camellia branches broken off. The tree trunk is huge.
Sunday 28th September
Now to clear the second half of the Frisbee Lawn border. Blossom is starting to float down like gentle spring snow. It's magical. A gardener can do one of two things : walk past grumbling that blossom is far too short lived, and the nasty wind will blow it all off. Or sit down to weed underneath and enjoy the fluttering petals. That's my plan.
Regarding the wind - nor-wests are forecast for later (meaning no bonfire), so I will leave my mess in heaps on the edge of the lawn. Great excuse, hee hee.
Fred
Four hours later...
The edge of the border is sorted. All the time the wind has been roaring though the trees, and more and more blossom has been falling. My hands are a little achy. Oh well. Have left all my tools on the lawn deliberately, just having a short break.
Three more hours...
Add it up - that makes seven hours! All I've done is sit-down weeding. Quite mesmerising, but not too unpleasant. I've cleared lots of little grasses from the Apapanthus plantings, and reached the side driveway.
Fred (don't know which one) has faithfully been providing quality cat company. Meanwhile Man-At-Work NGP has been continuing his work chain-sawing the big Wattle trunk. Excellent.
I am so happy. The blossom is so beautiful.