This morning I went out in the grey dawn for a little guerilla gardening, wearing a flour-bag shirt that has been dipped in indigo!
Evidently I was in a hurry, and so the blurred image… ruby saltbush and a type I have not identified yet, that I call scrambling saltbush. It’s already fruiting in the pot. The days over 40C killed so many plants at home and in the neighbourhood that I have not been planting for weeks. I’ve just been weeding and picking up rubbish and thinking about autumn. The season of cuttings and root division. The season when the plants that are in pots now might be able to make a go of life in the big wide world.
I took the seedlings to a site a street over where a big ironbark came down in a storm. The trunk was cut away and removed but much of the crown of the tree as well as the root mass has been left as it fell or was cut. I’ve begun carting it away. The conversation I had with a neighbour I don’t really know when I was doing this recently was very funny. I was strolling down the street towing a big green bin on wheels. This is the way “green waste” (anything that can be composted) is collected in my council area. It gets chipped and composted commercially. He said to me “most people take a dog out for a walk” and laughed a bit at my taking my bin for a walk instead. I decided to maintain the mystery (I am not sure people really want full disclosure at times like these) and joked back. He was still there when I towed it back up the street full of dead branches, so I made a joke about whether the bin enjoyed the walk as much as a dog would have. I thought maybe I had a better time than the bin.
I had started planting out one end of this site before the tree came down, so I planted some more, and continued moving branches off plants and shifting big branches back toward the driest area where nothing will grow. Then picked up the rubbish, removed an old yarn bomb that had descended to the ground and begun to rot away, and came home again. Off to work in the Very Hungry Caterpillar shirt. I think the print is so cheery no one notices the size of the shirt (or if they do, they are way too polite to say anything about it). I can live with that!