Dare I say that spring is upon us? It certainly seems that way, with the prevailing summer southeaster making a regular appearance and the light becoming that little bit more intense. What a pleasure to wake up in the morning and be able to look out across the sea and know what the weather is by the direction of the white horses. The sunbirds are chirping earlier and earlier, but for some reason the rooster next door has toned things down a bit and is no longer our alarm of non-choice. Perhaps he has heard rumours of relocation and is keeping a low profile!
The sea is sparkling today like a mirror that has been scattered with tiny diamonds, and is taking on that Mediterranean azure tint that comes with the southeaster. Soon the birds that summer on the island will arrive, together with other travellers from up north - the swallows and steppe buzzards. In fact I saw a swallow today.
The exceptionally wet June gave the garden a headstart for spring, and everything is burgeoning, in fact becoming jungle-like, and plants that have struggled for years have now come into their own. The gold hibiscus in the front garden has trebled in size in the last few months and the blooms are twice their normal size. The scruffy lawn has been dug up to make way for replanting of the many babies that the aloes have produced, and I'm looking forward to a striking mass display of these by next winter.
And now it's time to turn on the sprinklers to maintain winter's good work!
No comments:
Post a Comment