Monday, 20 September 2021

How good is September?

September is pretty damn nice.
I am trying to take regular plods down what I've started calling the 'Yellow Walk'. 
It's a walking pathway right through the centre of the suburb so there is a street down on the left hand side, then this path and a tiny stream , then another pathway and houses on the other side. 

It's lined with natives and lots of birds and possums have started making their way back in.

On this day I found a big scraggly and delicious smelling Melaleuca.

I've always loved these sweet purple Indigoferas...
In autumn I planted a stack of anemone spiders in a planter. I think 'technically' the weird little things you plant are called 'corms' but they look like dead shriveled up spiders. 

Those little dead spiders popped out these eyeball exploders.

I love happy flower accidents. This viola popped up from a self seeder.
Here is my post winter, freshly tidied flower bit. Because I mostly plant perennials in the garden bed, it's still looking a bit bare right now, but in the coming months it will become a jungle. Most of my peonies are in pots and all on the flat trolley in the bottom right. The reason why is when they flower mid November (well, to be fair only 1 has flowered so far but the other plants are still young) we have random hot windy days which blast the bejeezus out of everything.

If they're all on a trolley I can wheel them under the pergola and shut the blinds to protect them. 

It's tomato plantin' time!
In a monthish my Sonofagun No.1 turns 21. TWENTY ONE. Like bloody hell, I'm barely mature enough to be 21 let alone have a child that's survived long enough to be 21.
I remember when he was a sweet tiny baby as he was sleeping I'd kiss his cute little head and cuddle him, then pop him into his bassinet and think, "Phew! I didn't accidentally kill you today." And count that day as a win.  Not because I planned on killing him. Just because I had managed to keep a small human alive all by myself for a whole day.
I mean I had a husband but he was an idiot so I didn't factor him into the 'keeping a baby alive' process.

21 years of having a human also means I have been crocheting for 21 years. The very first thing I ever crocheted was a blanket for him while I was pregnant.

For the past couple of years he has been asking me to crochet him a new blanket. He wanted it in the very uninspiring colours of black, red and white. I really struggled trying to put those colours together in a way that didn't look like it supported a footy team.

I finally had a flash of inspo last week and picked some colours out of my remnants trolley. 

Beige, weird gunmetal type brown, an orange toned red, a blue toned red, and a couple of different blues. I liked the way these colours were reminiscent of a sort of 50s boy scout Americana type look.

I have really kind of left this to the last minute (blanketly speaking) so I've decided a large granny square design will hopefully get finished on time in random retro squares and squares with circles in them. Each square will be bordered in black and joined as I go.

The turquoisey-aqua blue was yarn I rescued from a jumper. I loathed the jumper but loved the colour so I frogged it, balled them up and they've been sitting in my stash for a couple of years.

12 squares down, I don't know how many to go! What could go wrong?  And I've finally found a project that I can use some daggy brown in that looks ok!

How is your September going?


Red Haired Amazona

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