Forget the neighbour's wife, it's all about my mum and her beautiful, hectically rampant garden. I've just come back from a week away on the central coast in this most charming and relaxing of gardens. It took my eyes some time to adjust to the lush green everywhere, it almost hurt to see it when compared with the parched brown and dismal greys of my own garden in Canberra.
The photos don't do it justice, this garden is a blend of natives with some rarer cottage perennials. Mum and I tend to buy from the same mail-order specialist nurseries and have very similar taste in plants. The green-eyed monster was hard at work as I wandered around seeing many of the plants scaling majestic heights that are struggling to get off the ground in my garden.
Mum, when she rings, speaks of rain in a hushed whisper as if even mentioning it will jinx its return. Here, the lightest drop of rain sends the entire family to the window, willing it to continue. If I see a thunderstorm on the tv I wish I could grab it with both hands and keep it in a box to unleash on the garden when there is need.
This post was not meant to be so melancholy but when will it ever rain again?