February 28 is, for people who put their faith in calendars, the last day of summer here in Sydney. Tomorrow, March 1, is when autumn begins. Well, I don't subscribe to that faith at all.
I prefer the way that summers end at different times each year, the way the season flickers out like a candle with a few late, warm days popping up to surprise you. And then one day you feel that special chill that says "it's autumn now and winter's not far away" and you realise summer ended a while ago, on no particular day.
So, at this stage of the year our garden is of the opinion that summer has several weeks to go before the party's over. It's a time when herbs like to flower, crops turn to gluts and there's plenty of colour wherever you look. I always like the simple little herb flowers in particular.
|Wild rocket flowers at the tips of its thin, gangly stems.|
|Basil mint is a tussie mussie of tiny blooms.|
|Eggplants show off their potato family heritage in a pretty hue.|
|And they're cropping now in purpley-white abundance.|
|Every day I pick a handful of red Serrano chillies that I swear|
were deep green only the day before.
As well as all the edibles producing their little spots of colour, many ornamentals are a pleasure to be around at the moment.
|New Guinea impatiens, which we've mass-planted under the|
grevillea in the hope they suppress weeds better than the thick
mulch has abysmally failed to do. So far so good ....
|Grevillea 'Peaches & Cream'|
|More ivy geraniums!|