My beloved Blue Mountains village of Blackheath has long been the butt of jokes regarding its chilly location. Bleakheath, Lackheat…..yes yes, we deal with these corruptions of our name with good natured humour. But remember…we are closer to heaven than our neighbours down the hill! And have you heard the news? Temperatures are rising worldwide!
Mind you, we have been known to have a flurry of snow or hail in November. Our snowy Christmas cards can suddenly look all too appropriate;
But hey……there eventually comes a day when the sun reaches down and plants a hot kiss on our brow.
There is an explosion of birdlife. Gang-gang parrots arrive to feast on ripening pravissima wattle seeds.
Tiny thornbills crowd into the birdbaths until bigger birds demand a turn.
Even Sydney tourists up for Christmas need a dip.
It’s all very exhausting. This magpie was even too hot to bathe…or fly.
There is a particularly sweet fragrance in the air, especially in the evening, when doors and windows are open. It’s star jasmine.
You can make a temporary festive wreath with twining star jasmine. Your visitors will enjoy a whiff of perfume as they cross the threshold.
Lilies are in bloom everywhere;
At beautiful Rose Folly in Park Street, lilies have taken over from the roses. Oh my word…they are just as spectacular.
Further along Parkes Street is an apple tree, with branches hanging over the fence. I am dreaming of the day I might pick one as I pass on the way to the village shops.
Hydrangeas are in bloom, including this beautiful oak-leaf variety growing nearby in Gardiners Crescent.
Down at the duck pond the wood ducks are hopping from foot to foot as the metal railing heats up.
All the picnic tables in Memorial Park are full, and groaning under the weight of post-Christmas bounty. And am I imagining things, or could that really be people in the swimming pool?
Ah yes, summer in Blackheath…..we are dealing with it as best we can. How we will cope with global warming I have no idea!