Phew. Looks like the season has finally started to change. The wind has hightailed it out of here for the time being and a short burst of rain briefly reminded us of what it felt like not to have to water. Our recently planted box hedges had been sadly forgotten and were gasping for water hidden under an unruly bushy rose. I don't buy into the, water only in the early or later part of the day theory as my English box hedges struggle with an Australian dry summer any time of the day. They scream for water NOW as they start to resemble less a green hedge and more a pile of burnt popcorn. Elsewhere in the garden the strawberry runners hang like creepy tentacles from their baskets in the green house. I thought they might have complained about being confined to indoors but seem to be enjoying it enough to not leave my tea cup around should they plant in there before I've finished. It really is a fruitful time of year when you can't even give away your zucchinis and everyone has enough tomatoes to conduct their own Tomato Throwing festival (a zucchini throwing festival just wouldn't be the same). Tomato soup, pasta sauce, soup and pasta, pasta with zucchini and tomato soup and so it goes. I just wish opening a can wasn't so damn easy.
