In the fernery

Well today I am writing this from the fernery and here is a picture of my 'office'.When we moved here this spot was a barren piece of land nestled within a boundary of large trees with overhanging branches. Lindsay got it into his head that it was a perfect protected space for ferns. We gravelled the centre, planted ferns, more ferns and yet more ferns and voila, a fernery. It defies logic sending out bromeliad flowers and orchids almost year round and the birds love the private bird bath.

The weather has been changeable and wet, very wet, but we seem to be turning the corner into spring. We have blossom, wattle, daffodils, camelias and native flowers. The deciduous trees and wisteria are budding and there's a strong promise that they are going to burst into life. As I write I can smell freshly mown grass, the first mow since winter. The grass is a luscious green - if only it would last through summer.

With a large garden comes lots of weeding and the chooks and ducks are enjoying our extremely healthy weeds. We can't let them free range because our otherwise delightful dog loves to chase and harass them. So they get weeds a la UberEats style, over the fence.

The birds continue to be more and more active in the garden. The kookas are hanging around, the wild ducks are visiting more regularly and just today we saw corellas and a hawk.

As the weather warms, the list of projects in the garden grows. This year I want to finish the cottage garden, create Rory Island in our Amy Pond, and break up the large expanse of grass with some garden beds. That should keep me busy as will the sudden need to weed and tidy almost every day - I couldn't think of a better way to spend my time.

But just right now it's great to sit in the garden, enjoy the smells, the sounds, (no, not of the mower) and the lush plant life. (BTW, today I saw my first bee enjoying the warmer weather too.)