I awoke this morning to find that the crazy storm that ripped through Melbourne last night knocked the neighbours’ conifer tree over, and it fell right through one of their cars before landing halfway across the fence. The State Emergency Service cleaned up most of it last night, but it wasn’t until I opened the curtains this morning that I realised the top quarter of the tree has taken up residence right on top of our landlords’ nicely landscaped garden. I’ve sent off the photos and emails to the agents who manage the property and am awaiting their advice. But I don’t want to spend the whole day anxiously ruminating and time is running out for my NaNo plans. Normally by October I want, at the very least, a vague plot for my NaNoWriMo story. I already have the Hallowe’en decorations out and no workable story yet. Hopefully the looming pressure of the self-imposed deadline will fire up my creative gears.
A while back I planted an heirloom kale seedling and now it’s turned into a monster of a plant, complete with flowers. If I recall correctly it was a Diggers Club branded plant, though I’m not entirely certain what variety of kale it is. The label is hidden under the sea of stinging nettle that surrounds the veggie patch and I’m not sticking my hand in there anytime soon.
This weekend marks the first warm spring weather we’ve had in Melbourne, Australia. I love the lengthening days and the way the late afternoon sunshine glows through the apricot blossoms.