We don’t have the designated four seasons here in Sydney. We have a lot of in-between weather and they are at the mercy of the gods.
We said goodbye to summer weeks ago, yet the season returned before autumn could colour. 29ºC sent false signals to trees that were bare. They sprouted anew in response to the heat. Everywhere there were signs of spring again: chicks chirping in the trees, insects hedging their young and plague the new leaves. The confusion confused me and somehow I missed the autumn preparations; the rain took over, interspersed with storms and hail and suddenly it seems winter is near. There’s catching up to do.
Up and down the east coast the rain caused havoc. Sydney was not spared but here, high on a ridge of sandstone, the wet drains off as quickly as it comes so all traces of the soaking will soon disappear. It would be a mistake to relax on watering the orchard for too long, especially as my trees are in containers.
I make a list. Feeding, mulching, pruning, spraying and cleaning up the mess that the rain and storms had left. Pot up seedlings and resist further propagation. I’ll be gone in three weeks and my sous-gardeners must not be over-burdened. I am hoping that it will be cold enough to arrest further growth in the garden while I’m away, but it’s up to the gods.