I have to admit that I’m a little fed up with myself lately. I’m in a fug. Feeling flat and uninspired. Knowing that I have no good reason to be unhappy doesn’t help. Just makes me a little grumpier. Grrr.
And I have had that song from ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’ going around in my head for the last three days. That’s hardly fair.
I don’t mind so much that it’s cold or that it’s wet. In fact, I’m quite taken by the fact that we have a patch of real mud in the back yard.
Look! Real mud! It's quite the novelty after a looooong drought.
But I hate that it’s dark so early. I am not excited about coming home from work to see the last light slipping out of my garden. Not excited at all. I think it just shows how much energy I have been getting from being able to get out into the garden and get my hands in the dirt. I really miss those long warm evenings of ‘daylight savings’ time.
The Gippy Garden at 6pm, about half an hour after getting home from work.
...and again without the camera flash on!
But it will all be OK soon. The ‘shortest’ day in my part of the world is on the 21st of June, just three weeks away. Yes, I am counting down. It’s bizarre, but as soon as I pass the Winter Solstice I cheer up. The next day might only provide an extra 0.00001 seconds of daylight, and the next two months are going to be colder and wetter as winter settles herself in, but I know the days are starting to stretch out again and I feel happy.
There. Even talking about it cheers me up!
Just to show you that there is beauty in my garden, and I really have no right to complain!
Of course, all those way up in the Northern Hemisphere (or even those in cooler parts of Australia 😉 ) can feel free to throw virtual snowballs at me for even thinking of complaining. I know that we don’t have what you might recognise as a ‘proper’ dead of winter, or even a proper winter as far as some are concerned!
It is in fact a ‘balmy’ 11 degrees centigrade (51.8 F) outside at the moment…and nights below freezing point aren’t all that common. Snow is a seven-year novelty that doesn’t settle on the ground in my valley (although the near by Mountains do get a reasonable blanket most winters) and I don’t have to face a spring thaw wondering if any of my plants have survived (as many in the Northern Hemisphere did not so long ago). I can in fact, still grow some things.
My beautiful Japanese maples are still putting on a colourful show. Everything else that is deciduous is already bare.
This is why I love my maples so much!
So it’s time for me to stop complaining and go try a bit of night gardening 😀 Where’s that head torch?
How cute is this? A tiny self sown Japanese maple seedling changing colour just like Mum does at this time of year!