Little things in life have kept me scrambling and stumbling in such a way it’s hard to get much else done.
Work is always much busier in the warmer months.
This year has been particularly demanding as our tyrant boss drove more staff out of the door and their tasks were often imposed on me.
Early morning starts have been the norm and I’m often exhausted by the time the sun sets.
Health hasn’t been great and the teeth I neglected for decades have come back to haunt me with a vengeance, which will result in two more of them being pulled out later this week.
My garden is a tale of two parts: trees and bushes are generally thriving, even the grevillea and jacaranda feared dead over the winter, though the large tree fern is showing some slightly alarming signs now that we have had weeks of unbroken 30-degree-plus days and next to no rain.
That same dryness tells the other part of the garden story.
The lawn that had been a source of great pride last year has been obliterated and largely turned to dust.
I over-fertilized, which burned the lawn, and this was exacerbated by the lack of water and excessively low cutting.
Worries over the lawn are keeping me awake at night (among myriad other mindless worries), but I hope I will be able to work through it.
The kangaroo paw and hardenbergia grown from seed are thriving. Even the only dwarf wattle that survived is doing well.
All in all, though, I’m feeling a little out of sorts (as usual). Not sure what it is. But I was blessed this morning with Biblical skies, and being able to get some shots I didn’t want wasted led to a blog entry.
