Easter is late this year

If the Christmas Cactus has rounded edges to its segments, while the Easter Cactus has spikey edges to its segments, then this is an Easter Cactus. This is the first of many blooms that will open over the next couple of weeks.

Winter's cusp

Hard to believe that in just two weeks winter will be upon us. Unless you espouse the equinox theory, like my new friend, BB.


My courtyard is going to crash to ground with a thud. It is nicely protected from nasty winds and is totally tiled, which warms up nicely. Even my struck avocado is checking out the environment.


It is only now that the early mornings are becoming a wee nippy. And these poor darlings are very confused.


As I undertook 'ward duty' this morning, I explained to them all, that when I choof off to the Bungle Bungles in the middle of June, they will have a nice young woman come in and chat to them, chuck them under the chin, and check their tootsies.

They hummed in bliss.

And here she is yet again ...

She likes to sit looking out the courtyard gate, at the cars and buses but mostly at the people. When she hears a sudden inexplicable noise, she makes a dash for the dark beneath my bed. But mostly she sits and watches. Occasionally, she will walk along the brick wall, flirting with passers-by, who then come and talk with her, and rub her back. She likes people. But not the man who reads the meter. The man who reads the meter comes in at the gate. That necessitates a dash for darkness.


Being out in the open with an exposed back takes courage. This day she was dive-bombed by a chatter of noisy minors. The green of her eyes deepened, her ears became more erect, every muscle in her body was on alert.

Then she made a dash for the heart of darkness.