First off – Simon took these photos; photography and the love of it has re-entered his life, so if you see any fantastic photos on any of my social media you can rest assured HE took them. BUT…and it’s a big but (they’re the best kind) quite often the photos of his that I feature only came to happen because I said: “that tree outside is so beautiful, you should take a photo of it” or “Could you help me with the ducks for a minute – oh, and why don’t you bring your camera?”.
Simon is an inside kind of guy…a gadget guy, an Apple man. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the outdoors or where we live – he totally does, and he gets the shock of his life when he gets outside and notices there’s been a season change, he is simply wired differently to me.
So with our tree turning ruby – autumn came. And then a week later, winter came. No joke. Frosts so hard and white even the She-oaks on the fence line were white. And as a result, I had to pick the rogue pumpkins.
Can you believe Simon was genuinely confused when I asked him to photograph this? When I look at this picture, or indeed the real thing (which still sits on the front verandah on my favorite chair enjoying the sun) I feel comforted and prepared, happy and (somewhat) fulfilled. We won’t starve. When he looks at it he sees dirt, cobwebs and a future of wrist aching pumpkin chopping ‘cos that’s the man job around here.
I’ve just picked one more hidden pumpkin, revealed by a frost melted rogue tomato bush – and now I have a large black plastic tree pot full of a rainbow of tomatoes – the last of the season, so now I’m practically giggling. And did you know that the duck egg season picks up when the hens laying dies down? It’s true. So I have duck eggs, tomatoes and pumpkins. I am absolutely beside myself.
Now, what on earth am I going to do with them all?