Our garden, Kangaeroo Corner (even though it’s not a corner), is unabashedly at its best in the spring, though it also thrives in places during the other seasons.
Flowers are blooming now, bringing immense delight.
Flowers I grew from seeds–hardenbergia and kangaroo paw now, a dwarf wattle that briefly flourished last year before I killed it through neglect, and hopefully some banksia–bring a special kind of joy.
Having said that, the garden hasn’t provided the comprehensive delight it had brought at times in previous years.
Part of the reason is that it hasn’t needed to.
For the few years up until the summer of 2024 work wasn’t going exactly to plan.
And because of isolation due to the pandemic, work was a core part of my life.
Consequently, with a failing career and no way out, our garden proved to be something of a sanctuary. It was a delight to be in tune with nature and learn about how flora works. I’m still gdtting some of that buzz now, but work is going extremely well amid a supportive environment, so I am not turning my attention to the plants as much as I had been doing in the past.
Still, as in the past couple of years, I’m trying to grow plants from seed. The first tiny seedlings have emerged this week. Hopefully, they’ll thrive like some of the other plants I’ve been able to grow over the three and bit full years that we’ve had the garden.
