A Magnolia in Mt LawleyShire: a photo essay on time

The magnolia flower I have been waiting for opened before I went out in the morning, and I inhaled the perfume before I saw it.

 

 

 

 

It closed for the evening.

The morning saw it opened wide

 

 

 

   

She watched me taking photos

Then it rained

 

 

 

Tonight’s welcome rain will weigh down the petals and tomorrow, only the seed stem will remain and the perfume will be gone.

 

Cat and Garden

   Today was a day full of doctors and appointments.  So no walking around the park or the streets to see what all the trees and flowers are doing.  Clothes washing instead, probably just in time for the rain that has been threatening all day.  It wasn’t particularly pleasant: looks like Autumn, but is too warm.

When I got home, there was Fat Kitty wanting cuddles:

but more importantly, lemon grass.  The trouble is that, while it doesn’t feel like Autumn, some plants are acting as though it really is Autumn – some trees are losing coloured leaves (some aren’t even turning), and some plants are changing their growing habits, including the lemon grass.  Fat Kitty is addicted to lemon grass, particularly if I chose the blades for her.  So, it’s a constant balancing act between her wants and no new lemon grass shoots (yes, she’s very fussy!).

Later she lay in the garden and watched to see if I was moving towards the kitchen and DINNER!

which gave me time to look at the few roses on my miniature rose bush:

 

and there were some petunias still flowering:

 

The pink ones are at the end of their time, I think…

Walking back into my study, I passed my protective griffin on the wall:

Hopefully, tomorrow, I will have the time and energy to go walking.

I have enjoyed playing with these photos.  Hope the results were enjoyable.

Keira

(feeding time for Fat Kitty now)

Other People’s Roses

I left it too late to go walking in the park today – & a little early for sunset, but I did manage a glimpse.

I walked down the street where I used to live, past my favourite tree – a huge lemon-scented gum that has now been protected by a ‘hesitage order’.  Great rambling thing, it is.  It’s frequently dropped branches and twigs provided me with kindling and firewood when I lived in the property whose corner it graces.  Its voice in the wind soothed, and the scent of it after rain cleansed the soul.  It is a beautiful tree.

I live in an old area with not too many razed to the ground and all their garden spaces taken up by two storey townhouses with no gardens.  And many of the gardens are old, with old roses.  Even houses that have been completely renovated have planted roses.  It is a beautiful area, slowly disintegrating into ‘medium density’ housing without the grace of green and garden.  A terribly sad thing, and not just for the loss of beauty, but for the loss of cool a garden gives.  It’s incomprehensible to me how, when temperatures are continuing to rise (hottest summer on record, hottest & driest March since records began in that late 1800’s) that councils don’t recognize the cooling effect of plants – not lawns necessarily, but gardens with tall growth instead of the ‘sculptured look’ of those grass type plants that give no shade nor anything for the wind to carry.

I love flowers, gardens, whether native or ‘faux European’ which do have a loveliness not found in the native Australian bush.  Don’t get me wrong – I love the native wildflowers, the trees – & I will post photos of those come September, after I’ve visited the wildflower festival.

But today, it’s just Mt Lawley (shire) within walking distance of my little feet.  And eventualy, I’ll figure out how to arrange the photos on the page…

So, mostly flowers today:

Now for a slew of roses, some damageed by the heat and endless sun, some loving it:

 

Hope you enjoyed them.  The last – the bud, is in a pot in my garden.  It has had more blooms this year than ever, and the scent is divine.

Keira.