Mulberry thief

This little guy was perched at the top of the mulberry tree. He’d been very busy helping himself to figs and mulberries in my garden. It was HOT. It is still very hot, 37 degrees C at 9pm, with tomorrow forecast to reach to 4os. It was so hot he just looked at me when I snapped his photo. There’s enough fruit for all of us and I didn’t have the energy to chase him away.

Shrimp plant

I’ve had no luck trying to grow this plant, so i kept one in a pot. I moved it to its current Verandah position, shaded but bright, and the dreadful heat, seem to be encouraging it finally to flower. Just the one… but maybe there will be more. I love the colour of its leaves and the flower fascinates me.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day (FOTD)

It’s Going To Be Hot

If plants could talk, listen to what they’re saying about tomorrow, the first over 40 degree C. day of quite a few to come.

“I think I’ll hide.” This one’s trying to protect itself from the sun by growing a fringe.

“Nope, I’m done. I’ll just rest down here on the cool lawn.”

“Yep we’re all with you, going down,”

“We’ve seen better days and survived. But what do you mean there’s hotter to come. Ahhh!”

In my wheelbarrow….

It’s an old wheelbarrow, minus wheels, sitting on the ground, a container for this odd plant that I like a lot.

I was testing the camera after the zoom lens stopped zooming. Dr Google advised to throw it away. However my talented and patient husband took it all to pieces and put it back together, minus a tiny piece of broken plastic, smaller than a rice grain. It now zooms again.

Just as well it was fixed. I love my cheap Macro zoom!

For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD)

Another Sunflower

I hadn’t realised the different characteristics that these flowers could take on. This is a ‘Fluffy’ one.

It’s very hot here now. Hovering around 40 degrees C. for days now. My sunflowers are struggling bravely in the heat, but the constant heat takes a toll.

Fuchsia Dreaming

We’re in yet another heat wave, 40 degrees C tomorrow. My garden now suffers from the onslaught.

My sister lives hundreds of kilometres away in a much kinder climate. I’m envious of her fuchsias.