Plum blossoms

We have some plum blossoms!

This is the Greengage Plum that struggled through last year after being relocated.

The thought of some greengage plums makes me want to swing like a monkey from a tree!

That reminds me of trip we made from Sydney to Mullaway Beach when we were little to visit our Nan.

I would have been about 5 years old. We’d been in Sydney since I was two when our parents separated. But now we had a new member of the family, our step father, and the decision had been made that we would move back to the mountain.

In preparation, a new purchase, a short wheel base ex Army, khaki, soft top Landrover.

A visit to Nan was planned (6hrs drive north from Sydney), an opportunity for mum and us kids to take the new truck for a joy ride!

Those of you who are familiar with soft top Landrovers will know that the canvas canopy fastens to the front cab and fits over two metal frames. At the back there is a canvas flap that you can roll up, like a tent door. That day it was a beautiful sunny warm (hot) day, we had it rolled up and we had the perfect view of the road left behind, massive majestic eucalyptus trees one minute huge in our peripheral and the next minute tiny in the distance and blink, gone.

We were on top of the world. And what do you want to do when you’re on top of the world?  Swing like a monkey!

Which is exactly what my little three year old sister did. She started to swing on the middle metal frame, we all thought it was very funny, totally oblivious to the danger.

Mum must have looked back to see what was making us laugh. Can you imagine the horror she must have felt? Her little baby swinging with nothing between her and the open road disappearing behind us at about 60 miles an hour! If her little fingers were to slip and let go?? The horror was felt by all of us when we realised the danger.

On the side of the road mum unrolled the canvas flap and fastened it tightly closed. Locked in (safe and sound) a hot canvas canopy. What was that smell? Army? Dirt & sweat? Or just the old musty smell of aged canvas? Gone was our view, gone was the swirling fresh air. We were pleased to arrive at Nan’s.

I’m not sure whose idea it was but Nan had some shark netting in the shed, Mum secured it to the back of the Landrover. We got our fresh air and (slightly hindered) view back!

That aqua green thick nylon shark netting remained on that Landrover for all the years she drove us around, keeping us safe. She eventually got replaced by another ex army Landrover, this one long wheel base and hard top. No metal bars to swing from, but even if there was, we’d learnt our lesson.

Here in Tiny Garden we don’t have any trees big enough for an adult (or child) to swing from, but we have some plum blossoms! Now we just need the bees to do their magic 🌱

Have a wonderful day!

 

Meyer Lemon

This is our third Meyer Lemon tree and our first crop.

I’m grateful for what our first two trees taught us.

Wisdom shared.

This is a poem written by my Great Great Grandmother, Jemima Erskine Rush. Written during the Great War, 1914-1918, in which she lost three sons.

LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE

Better to walk on the Sunny side

Than to stand in the dark and cold, 

Better to brighten another life

And leave your sorrow untold.

Better to make the best of things

Whatever your lot may be

Better to float in a world like this

Than sink in sorrow's deep sea,

Better to hope for brighter days

Though the clouds around hang low, 

Better to carry a cheerful heart

And you in grace will grow.

We have a couple of her poems, published in a little book called Jemima, written by her grand daughter Connie.

I wish we had more. More poems, more stories.

Best moment yesterday, bedtime, reading Stig of the Dump. The Snargets running for their lives from Stig, screaming out for help, ‘Aaaaaaoooower! It’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a KYVE man!’. Made us laugh til we cried.

Yesterday’s harvest 🌱

Have a wonderful day!

 

Cherry Guava

At the beginning of summer we added two Cherry Guava’s to our garden.

Guava’s remind me of my childhood. There was a small ragged tree on the last incline to our house, on the side of the track, sitting close to a drop down into a small valley.

When we were young I remember the fruit being plentiful, ripe and sweet.

As we got older, I remember the fruit dwindling.

The fruit firmer, less tasty, not so ripe.

Thinking about it now, it must have been the birds beating us to them and us, in turn, picking green fruit to beat them back!

Another memory of guava, was the guava juice from the local cafe in Pacific Harbour in Fiji when we were working on the film Anacondas.

Tropical fruit on a tropical island. Yum!

Gentle rain here today, all day, no wind and not cold.

We have a very happy garden.

Today’s harvest 🌱

My daughter commented on how yummy the strawberries were today.

Look what has been enjoying the rain 💦

Have a wonderful day!

 

Cherries

Brand new to our garden this year are a pair of cherry trees.

Stella (a red cherry) and Rainier (a golden cherry).

We’re not sure how they will fare in our garden, the weather can be pretty harsh here. The flowering cherry we’ve had for years is strong but the leaves look battered most of the time.

But we are hopeful they will flourish and grace us with loads of cherries (and that the birds will save us some).

It’s exciting when there is potential, when there is a dream of something.

The anticipation.

Last year a very dear friend of ours bought potential to my attention.

Before that it was just muddled in with everything else but mostly pulled back by all those things that pull you back, doubt, fear, self worth, etc.

But the more I think about it, the more important I think it is. We have a responsibility to ourselves to keep reaching for all that potential.

Make the most of our time.

It has inspired me to keep reaching, to keep learning, to be the best I can be.

Have you heard of a dream jar? My daughter found one on Pinterest the other day. Isn’t it a great idea! A jar full of your dreams and aspirations!

I believe, if you can dream it, you can make it happen. Dream, another word for potential?

How I wish I had created a dream jar when I was little, how fun to read now. No matter, I know those dreams formed a foundation of hope and a penchant to keep dreaming (reaching).

I hope my daughter is inspired by her find on Pinterest and creates a dream jar and time capsules her hopes and aspirations.

No harvest today, some strawberries almost ready but even yummier tomorrow 🌱

Have a wonderful day!

 

Feijoa hedge

On the inside of our front fence we’re growing a feijoa hedge.

Our feijoa plants are young.

Youth.

All green and full of fresh ideas.

And vulnerable.

Sometimes to look back is to cringe and physically feel the pain of the historical hurt like it was yesterday. One thing I like to do when my thoughts wander to the past is to seek out the gold nuggets, the precious gems…

Here is one gem that I still use often today.

It’s just a short term cash flow problem. 

Do you sometimes find yourself wading though your memory bank? Picking at old wounds? Drudging through the bad, the blah, the muck. Why do we do that? Could it be so we can find sparklers that we missed the first time, ie. the reasons we were ‘blessed’ with that (horrible) experience, that (fraught) friendship, that job, that relationship…

I like to think mining our memories for diamonds can help us worry less and live a longer healthier life.

We laughed today about a gem of a memory…a youngster seeing a couple kissing for the first time calling out with a measure of panic, ‘What are they doing? They’re eating each other!’.

Today’s harvest 🌱

If you find yourself wandering down memory lane today I hope you find a jewel of great value to you.

 

Plums

We have no beautiful photos of delicious juicy young plums and it’s all my fault.

Last year I relocated our young, 2 year old, Greengage plum tree.

This year, no blossoms, just yellow leaves.

Very unhappy.

Which meant no pollination for our other plum tree, our Coe’s Golden Drop.

No plums, but our Coe’s Golden Drop is a happy tree.

Last year we had a crop of two delicious Coe’s Golden Drops!

I’m hopeful that our Greengage will come out of shock next year.

I know how it feels to be relocated. There are days when I still miss home, the smell of the gum trees in the summer sun and the raucous Australian birds.

This morning the mist was hanging on the hill above us and it reminded me of my old house in Melbourne close to the river, how the mist would hang in the trees.

But time has moved on and we’re settled here now.

I hope our Greengage settles into his new home too. We’d love some plums next year!

There were many chuckles in our house today, from a discussion about time, to laughing about not being able to see something that is right in front of you, to struggling to lock the door, to Mrs Frisby riding on Jeremy’s (the crow) back to the wise owl (which is no laughing matter), to the ‘just one more goodnight kiss’…laughter lives in some funny nooks and crannies sometimes! How grateful I am that laughter lives here.

It was a rainy day today, an Australian type of rainy day, gentle rain on a tin roof. One of my favourite things. One of our gardens favourite things!

Today’s harvest 🌱

Have a wonderful day!

 

Golden Delicious

Last summer we added an apple tree to our garden, a Golden Delicious. In October the little tree surprised us with bundles of beautiful pink and white blossoms.

And, can you believe it, in our first year, we have a crop of five apples! They are still little, about quarter the size of a tennis ball.

We are very happy with our apple tree, it settled in, immediately happy in our garden.

Talking about apples, I tasted a delicious apple at work the other day, a Sunrise, I wonder if we have room for another apple tree…?

May your day be one of those where you get to accumulate spare starlight for your pockets for that rainy day.