Catching the setting sun in its bare branches, both the syringa tree and the photo are over-exposed!
Syringa Tree 2
Every six or so years we have the large trees in our garden heavily pruned. It just keeps them in check. We’d gone round the garden several times with the tree guy, making sure he knew exactly what we wanted pruning and by how much.
The boss got his guys set up and then left. There were about five men all round the garden hacking back various trees and bushes, armed with ladders and chainsaws.
We also left them to it – did not want to be anywhere near all those chainsaws! – which is how the syringa got more of a close shave than we intended.
Syringa Tree 3 – Pruned
After only two weeks I spotted this new growth sprouting from a smaller branch. After another two weeks I noticed even the thick branches were beginning to push out a few budding leaves.
In no time at all the syringa will be growing new small branches covered in leaves.
Hopefully, it won’t need pruning for another six years!
There used to be a broken down wooden fence between my property and the neighbours. This old fence became overgrown with their creeping ivy, bulging out on both sides, till nothing remained of the fence.
Underneath the ivy, in a few places, some of the neighbour’s plants grew through on my side.
Variegated Plant 3
Two and a half years ago we replaced the mass of overgrown ivy with a vibracrete wall on the property line. I planted four honeysuckle bushes along my side and carefully tended them. I noticed a few straggly bits of plant had survived from the neighbour’s side, even after the wall was built. Well, as Nature knows no boundaries, it’s Finders Keepers and all the more for me!
Variegated Plant 4
I also carefully tended these stolen plants; weeding and watering along with the honeysuckle. The plants have variegated leaves of green and white and are pretty to look at, even without any flowers. In fact, I didn’t know they were supposed to bloom.
However, they have finally rewarded all my gardening by producing a few purple flowers. Now they are even prettier.
Although it isn’t really Spring till next month, I am certainly not complaining. I’m always happy to see the plant is surviving and even growing a little each year. You can see just how small it is by the bricks.
Sitting in the garden with my morning cuppa, I listen to all the birdsong. Occasionally I see little feathered things in the tops of the trees.
This morning, I could see a tiny bird flying around the top branches of the syringa tree in the front garden. He perched for a moment, silhouetted against the sky, then flitted off elsewhere. A male Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird.
While clicking away with my camera I just happened to catch that first lucky shot; “Look Ma, No wings!”
Early morning sunlight is caught by my solitary freesia in a pot on the stoep. Such a cheerful bright spectacle.
I’ve mentioned recently that the garden centres were shut due to Lockdown earlier in the year, when I wanted to replenish my dwindling supply of bulbs. For once I had remembered at the right time of year! Coming from England I still think Spring is in April and you plant your bulbs in September.
Yellow Freesia 3
But of course, that is topsy-turvy down here, like everything else. You have to plant in April for your Spring bulbs to pop up in September. Year after year I only remember in September, that I should have planted them in April. Oops!
What can I say? I have found my formative years to have a huge impact on my life.
Oh well, this, along with so many other things, will have to wait until 2021 – which is going to be the Best Year Ever!
The evening sun illuminates my few Dianthus flowers with its last rays.
I usually plant Pansies as my winter flowers in this bed. However, the garden centres were closed earlier in the year, due to Lockdown, so I had to make do with these Dianthus that, luckily, I’d bought just before.
They sat there very quietly to start with, all green leaves, with barely a glimmer of colourful flowers. Now they are blooming merrily away, in various shades of red and pink, and cheering my winter days.