Friday, 21 October 2016

Hooray for Hippies!

A row of beautiful, bold and bright red buds have burst into bloom in our garden. They are simply stunning!

 A red row in the morning sunlight.

 A cluster of buds.

 Hippeastrum blooms up close.

Similar to those in Selina's garden, but with streaks of white upon their deep red petals, they are the flowers of the gorgeous Hippeastrum lily (or Hippies, for short). The bulbs which give rise to these amazing flowers were given to me by my sweet mother-in-law, coming from her garden to mine. What a gift! 

I planted my row of bulbs just out from the verandah above, in a position where they receive full morning sunlight and afternoon shade. The soil they are planted in is deep but not overly rich. They don't get a lot of water there, just whatever they soak up from the rain and the odd watering when I'm refilling the birdbath.

Hippies only flower for a few short weeks, but the opening of their striking red blooms is much anticipated every year. Hooray for Hippies!


p.s. If you'd like to see some of the different Hippeastrum blooms or grow some Hippies in your garden, this link has some helpful information. 


Monday, 17 October 2016

Down to the River

A tradition is emerging. Slow, Sunday Spring mornings down by the river. 

The view up river. 

 The view down river. 

These river mornings begin with a very short journey in our old ute. Sir Steve dog, his enthusiasm knowing no bounds, barks "happy woofs" the whole way there as if to announce to everyone in our neighbourhood (and beyond) that he's going somewhere.

A walk!

A swing!

A turtle!

That somewhere is a local river, wide and deep. A gravelly walking track to follow, birds and fish and turtles to spot as one walks along. Swings to dangle from and rocks to hop across. And, most important of all, sticks to fetch over and over again!

Sir Steve dog playing fetch.

This favourite game, repeated over and over again, fills both stick-thrower and retriever with delight. It ends only when Sir Steve dog, drenched and having drenched everyone else with his wagging "sprinkler tail" and whole body shake, carries his stick beyond the river bank and returns, not to the river but to the ute, for the drive home.

These warm Sunday mornings, spent by the river, bring our boy and his very best friend to explore and to play together. I'm sure we'll make the short trip to the river often this Spring...and in many of the Springtimes to come.


Monday, 10 October 2016

Here & Now 6

The day dawned, golden and quiet. As the sun rose, so did I. And, as I do on many a quiet morning, I made my way down to the garden while others slept. I spent the early morning hours visiting the flowers, watering the veggies, pulling a few weeds and waiting for our bees to deem it warm enough to leave their hives. Mornings that begin like these always leave me grateful for the here and the now that is mine.

This morning's warm and glowing sunrise.

 A little posy of 'morning flowers' from my garden.

  Fresh food ...picked this morning.
Loving // The warm colours of a sunrise that sets the sky aglow.
Eating // Homemade vanilla ice-cream with flecks of chocolate and honeycomb. Mmm...
Drinking // In the warmth, colours and scents of Spring.
Feeling // Soil under my fingernails and on the soles of my feet.
Making //  As many mulberry and apple pies as I possibly can!
Thinking // There is nothing so happy as a dog with a stick to fetch:)
Dreaming // Of river swims.

For more Here and Now, you can visit Sarah over at Say, Little Hen. The trail of links others leave will surely lead you to little snippets of their own happiness.