Transplanted

There are a lot of dark times in your average Adelaide winter, and though 2020 wasn't your average winter, it certainly contained its fair share.

But as tends to happen mid-September it feels like one day you wake up and find yourself in a garden full of flowers. For my tulips, literally.

As the sun rises earlier and earlier in the morning I forced myself out of bed before the end of the golden hour so I could capture a few photos of spring in my garden, as a baseline to tell me how good or bad I got at maintaining this through whatever shit is brought to the world by the next 12 months.

The birch waking up slowly.

A bird of paradise waiting for the strawberries to turn red so it can get trapped under the bird netting.

Nash inspecting a dutch iris.

Mulberries to be.

A sea of leaves on my lawn, at conception.

And if isn't my old mate peeking through the sprouting canopy.