In the backyard this morning, I've been shoring up the plants for another 40 degree day, squeezing pots of herbs in underneath the table to give them shade, setting up the picnic umbrella over the trug so my seedlings don't fry and watering in the early hours so it has a chance to soak in rather than evaporate. It's baking out there, even at 9am, but the gorgeous morning light made me notice the textures of the garden.
The wall of our next door neighbour's garage makes up part of our fence and the mineral blue of the bricks makes it one of the prettiest parts of our yard.
The hairy leaves of the new cucumber plants make me itchy just to look at them, but the fast unfurling of the new leaves makes me feel like I have greener thumbs.
The clotheline is old, with fraying yellow rope holding two of the arms in place, but I love the rusty colours and the strange warping you can feel under your hand when you turn the handle.