The last month of spring actually; it’s been pleasant and everything is blooming. Jacarandas are in flower and the whole town smells honey-sweet, the trees will soon lay their purple carpet as the flowers fall.
Not a great photograph and it doesn’t show the Poincianas vying for gaudy supremacy, it’s a wonderful sight to see purple and red trees everywhere.
Native Bottlebrushes are beautiful and the parrots love their nectar.
A birds nest fern I planted decades ago, it’s now about 2 metres across and beginning to unfurl new fronds.
I was speaking to a friend recently, he’s English and has lived here for a long time but still isn’t used to the upside-down seasons – like Christmas in the middle of summer. When I was young, my parents always had a traditional hot Christmas dinner even if the weather was pushing 40 degrees celsius. Nowadays it’s seafood and white wine, people line up at the fish markets at 4 in the morning to buy their prawns and lobsters, etc. I have to admit that there isn’t anything very yuletide about it and I enjoyed proper Christmases when I lived in London, but we can (and do) have Christmas in July, especially in the mountains where there is a chance of snow.
I hope to return to sewing soon, this is the longest time without even one stitch.