Having a job, an almost four year old daughter, a six week old son and trying to fit in study for mid term exams is exhausting. But after some seriously mentally challenging exams this week, I now have two glorious weeks without night classes.
Everybody winds down in their own way from the stresses of daily life, and I can thoroughly recommend gardening as the greatest stress reliever on the planet. But of course I'm preaching to the converted.
This weekend is a balmy 27 degrees Centigrade. And it's the first weekend this season where I have been warm enough to wear shorts. You can almost hear things growing in the beautiful sunshine.
I've had the Monkeys song, Pleasant Valley Sunday stuck in my head since yesterday. The line about the weekend squire coming out to mow his lawn resonated.
callistemon or bottle brush are starting to flower.
The pansies are loving the sun.
Even the fish, Chuck (the orange one) and Norris (the orange and white) are more frisky.
Kerri asked in a previous comment section what these white flowers are. She suggested, (on a much smaller and further away photo), trailing verbena. I honestly have no idea.