I highly suspect the courgettes and butternuts are doing the dance of love during the night, because these butternuts are suspiciously stripy and mottled
Cherry tomatoes imminent
If these figs hurry up, it’ll be figgy pudding for Christmas.
Most of my attention has be taken up with the fence that’s going up in the front of my house. First order of business was taking out the old cast concrete wall. When I started looking at houses in this area, I was determined not to go for one with a wagon wheel wall.
And I’m not talking about this kind
But the other kind. Wagon wheel walls are very popular in these small towns, they’re part of the vernacular, along with the outhouse and thatched roof.
I didn’t get a wagon wheel wall, but I did get this
For some reason this wall was built to withstand an atom bomb, the pillars were sunk half a metre into the ground and the strong-arm man began laboriously digging them out one by one
before sanity prevailed and they were bashed off at ground level.
This is what I’m getting, the green will allow it to merge with the garden, and the beds against the fence will not be roasting in the heat of the wall. That’s the theory anyway. I have in mind a lovely bougainvillea foaming deliciously over the side.
Speaking of which, our local coffee shop has a lovely pink bougainvillea, it’s so beautiful that people have their photographs taken with the plant as background. Apparently the reason it is so beautiful and lush is that it’s located in the exact place where the local people … how to put this delicately … relieve themselves.