Corymbia ( formerly Eucalyptus ) ficifolia, the red-flowering gum from Western Australia, thrives in the grains of a sandy soil. Which is just as well, because I have little else but sand here at home, this parched and burning summer. And there's not too much thriving...
I'm cranky as all hell. It's been a rotten summer. Yes, the drought's apparently over, but Melbourne's had 0.6mm of rain this January, compared to its usual 48mm. How can anything bloodily flower?
This has. There are a few here at home. Resplendant, glorious, full of the humming of bees, they are waving themselves above the rest of the dead or dying garden.
Such redness. I've given up hope lately, so tired I am of trying to keep the garden alive. You'll know that I cannot show you the worst of what I stare at, ineffectually. So challenging it is, to pretend to have a garden, when the assemblage of plants you've cultivated wither before you. Hurrah for these!
Hurrah too, for my beautiful magpie, who has this summer seen his playful offspring killed by foxes. He and his mate have been keeping away from their regular haunts, shocked, I feel, by what has happened. They'll recover soon, I hope, as I will, from this awful negation.