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| Wednesday, December 28, 2005 |
| Let the garden bloom |
I may have mentioned my level of gardening skill before. Let's not go into detail again.
My dear mother is a fanatic gardener. Whilst giving me a lecture on the Virtues of Watering yesterday - interspersed with my pleas for leniency on the grounds of recent rain (well, alright, rain within the last fortnight) - she stepped backward. On to one of my poor suffering Ellendale Poole Grevilleas. The one that had only recently recovered from accidental glyphosphating.
This necessitated a visit to the State Flora Nursery. Handily, we were passing in that very direction on the way back from delivering a very satisfied little sister to Camp. So we picked up another Ellendale Poole. Well, a couple. And some Flora Masons. And three Red Wings, just to round things out. Oh, and some more pymmelias. Because the first one did so well.
So then there was much digging of holes and planting. Ata's Father removed the oleander which I had been meaning to get around to removing one of these days. And the pomegranate, also meaning-to-one-of-these etc. There was much discussion of sprays and mulch and watering and edging to keep the kikuyu down. {shakes fist} Damn you, original tenants! What evil being convinced you to plant kikuyu! On the upside, it's very hard to kill and doesn't take much water and grows quickly. On the downside, it's damn hard to kill, doesn't die off even with heavy water restrictions, and grows very nearly fast enough to watch. Certainly fast enough to smother anything planted nearby. Mr Ata got an invitation from Friend-Around-The-Corner to play basketball, and vanished quickly before being asked to dig anything. Although he offered to bring cordial out before he left.
If I was really thinking clearly, we would have bought an apartment in the city rather than a house in the suburbs. But then what would Ata's Mother do when she visited? |
posted by Ata @ 8:48 pm  |
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