Spring snuck into our garden while we were away.
It is a funny thing, inheriting someone else's garden. It has happened to us a couple of times now and this garden is the closest to the one I would have planted myself. It is missing a few of my favourites and there are far too many roses for my liking, but I am loving the espaliered citrus and the salvias and sages scattered through the beds. I am also watching with interest as unfamiliar plants blooms.
It is not a particularly native garden but that doesn't seem to worry the local birds who spend plenty of time in our space. We also have a resident ringtail possum, complete with his own possum pad, in a large weeping myrtle near our back door. The girls say they have seen him, but I know him best by his work. He is remarkably good at destroying any leafy greens I plant. A nearby friend is having the same problem and we've decided to experiment with garlic and chilli sprays. My fear is that this is a possum with gourmet taste buds and he will just come back for more!