The mind picture of being housebound in a snow storm, huddled by a crackling fire and wrapped in time worn hand-me-down quilts, has always been held in quite a romantic frame to my 'only ever seen snow once in my life' self.
But housebound by rain, post-cyclone rain at that, just isn't conjuring 'warm and fuzzy' feelings in me at all.
Water, water everywhere...mould, mould everywhere. :-(
Oh for that snow storm right about now.
Last night, however, not a drop of rain was heard thundering outside our window. This morning the skies are still overcast and heavy with the promise of more unleashing later on today, but as I glanced over the clutter that has become my bird's eye view of late (imagine this dishevellment all through my house)...
...I decided to grab the camera and go about discovering what's been going on during this long tempest in my very own backyard.
In one of the mango trees I found fungii growing all along one thick and aging branch...
...and it seems the mulberry tree is happily fruiting for the second time this season...
Evidence of the arrival of cicadas are adorning the mulberry leaves like old and forgotten ornaments of Christmasses past...
An old hewn frangipani stump produces a bouquet of lustrous green as defly as a floral treat from a magicians sleeve...
Eight new banana trees are stretching tall...
Passionfruit, plump and inviting hang on the vines...
The huge tree than provides a canopy across the back yard, and shelters my car...
...is amass with yellow blooms. (If you know the name of this tree could you tell me please?)
New growth appears in the most surprising places...
...I have found 4 of these sprouting near water sources, so will buy some big pots and plant them out.
The hibiscus that forms an arbor across the walkway from the front gate is heavily blooming and attracting many an interested insect...
...and my little garden-boy has become almost hidden by the profusion of greenery near the front steps.
My little hideaway place is too wet to sit and contemplate life, or to rest for a cup of tea...
...as the watery ground bears evidence to.
Alas, my time of quiet wandering must draw to a close.
There is more washing to hang under the house...
...and that clutter inside to corral into order.
I hear raindrops once more.
How lovely that God gave me an hour to walk in His garden before the rain returned.
Hugs and blessings,
Jenny
xxx