Our memories have a magnetic, hypnotic pull that can transport us across a lifetime of miles. If we’re going to be all scientific and clinical about it, we can simply say it’s the way our brains store and use important knowledge. We need to remember where to find food, remember what it should smell or taste like, remember the sneaky bas fellow who might want to get to it first!
Or, stepping away from the clinical analysis, we can be romantic about this. A multi-million dollar perfume industry is!
A good friend of mine has been anosmic for a long as she can remember. To me, this would be like losing my sight or hearing! Imagine not knowing the scent of fresh raspberries. Or roses. Or spring grass after rain. OK, when the wind is blowing from the glue factory or you’re on a rush-hour tram with the great unwashed, maybe more of a blessing!
wafting through a window and I am back to the first freesias I planted, when I was three years old.
Of course, freesias are not happy in tropical climes and, although I did sometimes have some success in the Brisbane area, they were short-lived and not as fragrant as I remember.
Another problem is that people seem to want coloured flowers with long, straight stems and while growers have obliged it has often been at the expense of fragrance. Sod that! I’ll take the short, twisty stems of the old-fashioned cream F.burtonii !
I don’t have any freesias here . But I am learning to appreciate tropical treasures. Some, for their fabulous and flamboyant flowers, others for fruit.
Now, in its unripe state, it’s the colour of a Granny Smith apple.
Sunday…I Googled and found this recipe. I’ve never made this so can’t tell you what it’s like, but if anyone with a Sapote would like to give it a whirl, feel free to come back and tell us!
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This is in a friend’s garden. Perhaps, if we can beat the bats, birds and possums, we’ll eat the fruit!
A closer inspection reveals …
Fruit! Ah, but what fruit? Looking like one of the many native plants that have similar berries, the only reliable way to tell (at this early stage, anyway) is to split one with a thumbnail. Fig! One of the wild figs that spring up all over the place, courtesy of birds and bats. The long pointy pink bits are new leaves. An enormous tree until recently, it is now Y shaped since the electricity board chain sawed its middle out to keep it clear of power lines. Ugly? Yes, but not so long ago the whole tree would have been hacked down and burned. Perhaps the message is getting through…
This is a Calliandra. Prettty enough, but a lot of gardeners hate the “sludgy” remains of the flowers.
Sick of trees? Want some street art? This way, folks!
A mosaic “bombie.” * Part of a community project to jazz-up an inner city precinct. This, designed to look like part of the Reef, is a casual seat at the Wood/Victoria Streets intersection.
Old posts, like a pier, make another seating area. On Sundays, this street is closed to vehicular traffic and hosts an art market, with street performers, musicians, all sorts of funky hand made artifacts.
A plaque with some information.
A cute lil bronze crocodile! The bronze inlays seem to hold up somewhat better than the mosaics.
A dugong. There are all manner of reef images, some mosaic, some bronze, some painted in vibrant colours on the power poles. I think I’ve loaded you with quite enough for one post. Maybe I’ll show some more another day. Already too much? Well, be tidy folk and put what you don’t want in the very smart, up-to-the-minute purple rubbish bins.
I’m off to have forty winks otherwise I might fall asleep at the exhibition opening!
*The dictionary gives this definition: an unexploded small bomb, or bomblet, of the kind littering much of SE Asia after recent wars.