Unless you have been hiding under a rock in outer Siberia with headphones on blaring Barry Manilow in a strained attempt to reach Nirvana (or its hellish equivalent), or at least something close to it, then you would have heard about Victoria's heatwave and the ensuing fires. The responses to the tragedy have been amazing, massive fundraising efforts and your words on here give so much hope.
The heatwave wreaked some havoc in the balcony garden, and there are few blooms ready for Garden Bloggers Blooms Day. Indeed what is blooming is part desperation and part survival instinct on behalf of the plants, or, if you look at it another way - a new hope (not the Star Wars kind either, I'm more of an Empire girl myself). All accross the balcony I see plants putting out flowers in order to seed and reproduce. The tomato plants, though burnt back (by sun not by fire) are putting out new flowers in the hope of fruiting and continuing on
The basil plants paint the bottom border with hues of white and purple. It means the days of pesto are drawing nearer to a close, but it gives the hope that maybe they will spring again.
The Begonia, once seared closer to the stem than my grandmother's steak is in full flower again.
The lemon tree too is beautiful and putting out this lovely citrus scent. I wouldn't care if this tree never bore fruit, I just love the smell of the blossoms.
So that is garden bloggers blooms day on the balcony garden. Nothing large or radiant or anything close to the word spectacular. But it means so much more, new growth, new life, new hope. Still thinking of the fireys out there, fighting the flames that just wont lie down. And to those that lost so much, our thoughts are with you.
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