Sunday, September 25, 2016

Spring's Rhythm



Spring arrived very softly this season, and the early mornings are damp and dewy, with a definite hint of humidity that warns of a warm day on the way. The chickens are laying wonderfully again, inspired by the warmer weather no doubt. Delicious fruits are being enjoyed from little road side stalls - watermelons, pawpaw, pineapple and always bananas.

The days are lengthening out nicely and I'm trying to hold onto these days for as long as I can, before the scorching heat arrives in about a month.
The cumquat tree is covered in blooms, which smell so deliciously sweet and fragrant, so much unlike the sour fruit that it will bear. I catch whiffs of the lemon flowers, too, each evening when I lock the chickens in after their afternoon forage.





The young silkies are growing up - this group was dubbed "the Pom-poms" for that is what they looked like as younger chicks. (You can spot them in June on Film). Now they are blossoming into young pullets and cockerels, with some looking decidedly awkward and oddly proportioned through this short teenage phase. As some personalities begin to stand out and their genders are becoming known I've begun naming them - so far there is Blackbird (the one in the first photo after the lemon), Sooty (photo after Blackbird), Honeycomb and Olive. I'm fairly sure the rusty winged cockerel will receive the original name of Rusty.

And so the seasons roll along and we're heading towards the end of the year once more, faster than I can keep track of.

Are there any subtle changes happening at your place that signal the changing seasons?
I hope you're having a good weekend!

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11 comments

  1. It's raining, the grass is growing quicker than I can mow, my little orchids and bilbergia are flowering, so are the weeds. It's too wet for me to get out and do anything about it though.

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    1. I love a good rainy day! I hope you get some sunshine mixed in with it though x

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  2. Hi, I love reading about life on the other side of the world! I live in .the u.s.a. In the mountains of North Carolina. It is still hot here but we are expected t,o have some cooler days soon. Our streams are low & waterfalls only dripping! We are looking forward to autumn! Thank you for blogging! Anita

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    1. Hi Anita! Thank-you for leaving such a lovely comment - I'm so glad you enjoy my blog posts :-)
      Autumn is my favourite season - enjoy it's arrival! x

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  3. Silkies are so cute it is just a shame they go clucky so often but hey some animals can be kept for the cute factor.

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    1. We raise our own chicken (for meat) so I use the Silkies as broodies as they make the best mothers. And I find mine lay quite well too x

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  4. It all looks so lovely! I remember we had a cumquat tree growing up, my dad used to love them! What will you do with the fruit?

    Kez | acaciasdreams.com

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    1. I actually don't do anything with the cumquats. The tree was here when we bought our property. I know some people make jam out of them, but I've never been bothered :-)

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  5. What wonderful fruits you can buy from roadside stalls - it sounds very exotic.
    We're just coming into autumn with slightly cooler days, berries to pick from the hedges and apples in the orchard.

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    1. Enjoy those autumn days Anne! Berries and apples sound special to me; it's funny what we all get used to isn't it? x

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  6. Life at your place looks dreamy as always Sarah. Yes I am savoring these days before the heat of summer also. The roadside stalls in your part of the world sound very exotic! x

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