The trees are a full month late in turning this year, in fact I don't think I've ever seen this much comprehensive delay, especially in species like this Paper Birch > in our yard, which drop their shit if you look at them wrong past midsummer. The Angel's Trumpet Datura (Brugmansia sanguinea) is going off, though, so can't really complain.
We've just planted the completely yellow version right next to it. This is a hardy, no-fuss Datura in the right region. I blogged it H E R E.
Autumn. The best walking weather, don't you think? Here in Port Chalmers the season is pretty evenly split. There are stretches of passive, faintly golden days that work on the sunlit roadsides like sorcery, drawing forth mycelial largesse and these are interspersed with soaking, shouting blasts as winter clears its throat in the Southern Ocean. It's blowing today; it pissed down last night and the roof (which we're halfway through fixing) leaked at 3 in the morning.
It's that dissociative time of year when you start wondering if you've actually said something instead of just thinking it. So I had to search the site to see if I'd already posted Twice As Hard yet. It's a grower, not a shower but I feel compelled to warn you about the reverb loop; it'll be snaking through your fucking head all day long.
Not sure what's getting blogged this week. I have options, for once. * Wanders off *