Finally, ‘properly’ hot days in our little part of the world. At my place I try to keep the birdbaths fresh and full for my sweet, feathered friends.
Mind you, the rosellas and king parrots just shelter up in the trees when the temperature rises above 35 degrees. How very sensible. They derive moisture feasting on the fleshy seedpods.
Only the bees and the butterflies are in perpetual motion. On my walk to the village yesterday I abandoned my hat and handbag and tried to capture a butterfly on a neighbour’s buddleia. It wasn’t an easy task with my pocket camera, but eventually….success! Apparently it’s a Macleay’s Swallowtail…..quite common, but such a pretty shade of green.
I know they are classed as a weed, but white aggies have a lot of charm. This one was trying to escape from a front garden, which of course is part of the problem with them. 😪
I don’t think anything or anyone has escaped through this little gate in Park Avenue for a long time. But it’s earning its keep just by looking so delightful. That’s the rose called crepuscule spilling over the pickets.
Whenever I walk along Wentworth Street I stop to admire the old building I call Apple Cottage. It’s next door to the police station.
Down the side is an old green door. It fills me with nostalgia because my mother used to sing an old song by Jim Lowe when I was a child in the 1950s;
Sadly, something dreadful has happened to this sweet place recently. Did vandals break the quaint, multi-paned front window? I have an awful feeling that the hoarding will become a permanent fixture. Just hope I’m wrong and that it will be repaired.
This is how it looked until a couple of weeks ago;
Now I don’t want to end my hot weather ramble on a sad note. Just look at these glorious pansies outside the Ravir boutique. They wilt a bit in the middle of the day, but the colour combination is superb.
By the way, if you want to hear that Jim Lowe song about the door, CLICK HERE.