Time to be out and about now the fire risk has subsided. My own garden is a disaster, with only the natives and hydrangeas holding up. But how is everything else going in this awful heatwave I wonder?
Well, to my great surprise an ibis has taken up residence at the duckpond. That’s a first. Presumably the bird is a refugee from dried up wetlands further west. For a long time the pond has been a Little Cormorant’s territory and the poor fellow won’t be happy to see this large intruder! The waterline is dreadfully low, exposing a dirty little secret….trash from we careless humans.
The caravan park is empty when normally it would be packed with visitors.
I make a right turn turn into Soldiers’ Memorial Park, through the controversial new gates. The brickwork looks peculiar. Is that due to the heat?
Goodness, there are a few kids in the swimming pool. The smoke can’t be good for their little lungs.
Mr Satin Bowerbird is still going about his business, bless his heart. On the area above the sheltered bower the grass is so dry it’s like walking on rice bubbles.
Out into Park Avenue. Dear me…I wonder whether azaleas this far gone will ever recover? They are so shallow rooted. It’s otherwise a well tended garden, so maybe the owner left during the fires.
There are still some brave old roses to cheer me up outside Jenni’s house on the corner, and next door at Helen’s Rose Folly cottage.
Look at all the blooms on this old-fashioned hydrangea beyond the kindergarten. They are tough plants alright. I think the house is about the same vintage as the shrub..
The apples further along look as hot and tired as me. I doubt they will reach maturity.
Left turn into Wentworth Street. I always stop to read the little blackboard sign outside exotic Lotus Temple. I need some gentle philosophy.
Finally, into the village proper. The shops and cafes are all worryingly quiet for a Sunday. Fires and an extended heatwave are not good for a local economy which relies on tourism. In an effort to help, I buy a couple of garden treasures from the Victory Antiques Centre. It’s a dilemma to decide where to go for coffee when everyone is desperate for customers.
I’m heavily laden by the time I head home. Just as well it’s a downhill walk. My darling husband wasn’t that impressed with my purchases, but I love them.
What a contrast it all is to the same walk in SPRING