The greenhouse is proving its worth. My long tee shirts are useful for collecting tomatoes.
Pockets are okay too for a few tomatoes, but you have to be careful not to forget the collected ones – or accidentally squash them.
In the last few days the number of ripe tomatoes has increased.
Every vase has been called up to accommodate the sweet peas.
Yesterday’s ferocious nor’west wind threatened the second flush of roses, so I rescued this Blueberry Hill. These roses are all on one stem. The abutilon flowers were blown off by the wind.
Popcorn is broody again. She is all fluffed up, giving the impression of an abundance of feathers.
If there was sound with these photos, you would hear her muttering darkly about how cruel I am to shut her out of the nesting box. And she doesn’t let up.
In the wider backyard of our city, people are gathering for the Backyard Buskers’ Festival. Formerly the “World Buskers Festival”, border restrictions mean no international performers this year. A circus trio was entertaining a large crowd in the city today, and another pitch I passed was full of people waiting for the next performance.
We are not unaware of how fortunate we are to be able to live like this now. On Saturday, at a Christchurch Symphony Orchestra performance in Victoria Square, I noticed a person on a balcony of the nearby Managed Isolation hotel. A poignant reminder of how lucky we are – for now.