Right now we’re in the three-week spell that’s peak autumn. Hobart, like every other city throughout temperate Australia, has many deciduous trees planted alongside the evergreen natives. This means you get the best of both worlds: green and lively all winter, fragrant in spring and brilliantly-coloured in autumn. The days warm up briefly before retreating into evening chill. It’s such a lovely time of year.
The herb/perennial bed adjacent to the main veggie patch is currently in fine form. Sure, the pineapple sage constantly needs to be hacked back, but would you look at all those cerise flowers. And the perennial basil probably won’t survive winter here, despite the name, but it’s still blooming prolifically. It must be time for another pesto harvest.
The rosemary though, it’s tough as boots and will remain smothered in blue-violet flowers through till October. I’m sure we couldn’t kill it if we tried.
There’s even a purple sage hiding underneath. Pink and purple everywhere.
There’s a very well-established grapevine behind the carport, and for two years now it’s produced flowers and no fruits. (Whyyyy.) It might lack fruit, but one thing it does do is put on leaves like a mofo. Every summer this grapevine practically eats the carport, and once these leaves drop, it’ll be time for the secateurs. Again. Still, at least that grapevine turns into a wall of red throughout March and April. All those ruby red leaves, most of them larger than my hand. I ain’t even mad.
This collection of I-don’t-know-where-to-put-you potted plants still lives under the ivy-free carport wall. The dark-coloured wall acts as a sun trap, so I’ve set my heat-loving plants here, including the edibles that are possibly borderline for our mild-temperate climate: passionfruit, fig, rocoto.
My rocoto is looking especially happy right now. They’re a bit different than other chili plants: fuzzy leaves, purple flowers, higher cold tolerance. I’ve never successfully overwintered one, though Jamie’s currently assembling a kit greenhouse and here’s hoping the rocoto stays happy in there.
I’ve had this ‘Black Genoa’ potted fig for two years, and it’s only ever grown slowly. (I’ve noticed that fig trees around here are slow to leaf out in spring.) It keeps popping out little baby figs though! Aw, bless. Maybe once it’s bigger it’ll make full-size figs.
And as usual, I’m not the only one who likes to hang out in the backyard garden. Mishka doesn’t care about the cold, but if it’s wet outside she’ll meow at us accusingly, as if we forgot to turn the rain off.
How’s the change in seasons treating you? Got any garden plans in place? (Me, I’m looking forward to not caring for a few months.) Hopefully my family members in cold places are feeling some warmth now.