Today I'll begin this year's revegetation planting in the West paddock. My little kitchen garden needs some work too and True-love will harvest the last of the tomatoes soon. There is a pumpkin rambling all over the vegie patch and we'll have to play hide-and-seek with it to collect it's fruit. A few passion fruits are dangling on the vine I planted just last year.
In the wild part of our place the tall Banksia marginatas are blooming. They have flowers at all stages at the moment -
bottle-brushy yellow flower stems full of honey, green seed cones and dry brown ones. The Honey Eaters flit about sipping the nectar and soon the Yellow-tailed Black Cockies will raid the old seed cones. They'll fly in from their home on the nearby volcano screaming with excitment, bringing their nagging youngsters. They sound rather like un-oiled door hinges - the sort of rusty hinges you'd find on castle doors. When they leave there'll be half-empty seed cones and torn blossums scattered everywhere. Joy