At 6.30 this morning I sowed my carrot and parsnip seeds and planted leek seedlings to take advantage of the warm soils so they will germinate before the soil gets too cold. It is after all, the first week of autumn.
You might think I am quite mad to be out gardening at that hour but you see I love it. It is quiet, still and a world away from the emissions trading debate and the noise of politics.
I was brought up on a small dairy farm in north west Tasmania where my late father loved growing vegetables and would not be beaten by the conditions or the time constraints and I think it is a case of like father like daughter. My life is very busy but gardening keeps me sane and I love to eat what I grow and to give the surplus away.
Because I won’t have time this weekend to do it, this morning was perfect. I have read Peter Cundall’s list of what must be done in March and I am on track. The roses are out, the tomatoes are ripening, the passionfruit vine looks sick, the six Pink lady apples on my miniature tree are maturing and I have dug my first potatoes. I can now also put on my “to do list” weed the flower bed which has been neglected waiting for the nesting superb blue wrens to leave their nest (you can just make it out in the photo below).
Autumn is such a luscious time of the year when you cannot give zucchinis away and when everyone has too many tomatoes. By afternoon the garden is warm and in this “ season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom friend of the maturing sun”, it is pure pleasure to plunge your hands into the warm soil.