It is Spring in this part of the world. Not at all my favourite season! Why? Because our Spring is dry and often very blisteringly windy. Watering gardens becomes a bit of juggling act, especially if one does not have rain water collection tanks!

But there are one or two tricks to help…I cut the base off those god-awful plastic horrors and “plant” them, neck down with just an inch or so above ground. That way, I can pour water into the bottle and let it trickle down towards thirsty roots.

If you try this, please pop a stick into the bottle to aid frogs or lizards to get out.

We have a stack of bottles, saved for this, but still need to dig the holes. I shall have the gardener’s boy do that later…

And I must cut the spent flower stems of the Swamp Orchid and strike some new plants. The original plant is going to live a few miles up the coast and I’ll keep several potted plants. Two of the cuttings, now in good growth, will be packed in damp paper and consigned to the Post Office for a long journey South. (Sorry I can’t send any to you, Jon!)

A few years ago I snipped a branch from someone’s blood-red oleander (Nerium) and it’s currently in glorious flower. But I only see it when I drive up the street as it’s high above the fenceline and obscured by the ginormous tamarind tree. But it is lovely. Hang on – I’ll pop down the road with a camera.

Not the best picture, but I wasn’t game to go into the neighbours’ yard as the ankle-biter is a tad viscious.

But I wandered about snapping this and that and will see if I can push the right buttons to bung them up here. Why oh why do these monkeys have to keep tinkering!

Here’s a sweet wee flower. Soon, it will be a shiny red fruit and if I’m quick I might beat the birds to it. I forget its name. I just remembered! Eugenia uniflora, aka pitanga or Surinam cherry

The Bat Plant Tacca integrifolia is flowering again. Poor thing is looking a bit ragged after its leaves were twisted and torn in the windy weather. This is the flowering part, showing seeds.


This is the old stalwart, Fraser Island Creeper, Tecomanthe hillii

Trachelospermum jasminoides

I’ve had enough of fiddling with settings! I’ll have to talk to our Inexplicable friend and see how he’d like me to send him the pix and he can sort it out. He’s much better at this sort of thing and, he being a Bloggerite, my WordPress malarkey will probably muck up the system. We’re still terrified of the BIG PINK THING…

19 thoughts on “STILL HERE!

  1. Oh to have a gardener’s boy! I need a gardener, and a boy to sort out my uncontrollable undergrowth.
    Meanwhile, the big pink thing was the best thing ever, it needs to be done again! I think I giggled in a silly manner for about a week.

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  2. Loving your garden – who is showing very different spring growth to my own.
    And yes, we have some bottles put aside for just that sort of watering. Holes will be dug. Later. Dragging the houses around is fraught with danger for me. I have gone arse over tit more than once. And of course our watering hours’ are before the other household resident gets up.

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    • I know! While I was scrambling through the rougher patches this morning I caught my toe on a big ol’ root and almost smashed the camera.
      Yes, with our “poles apart” climates we do have very different gardens.


  3. Our pitanga is in the duck enclosure…crafty buggers jump up to grab the low hanging fruit.Have not yet explored the taste of pitanga fed duck but may be tempted.
    I do wish this country had proper nurseries….now that Leo is in a wheelchair – even if motorised – so can’t go plunging into the morass of disorganised plants and my knees don’t permit the forays of old, it is almost impossible to see what is available…perish the thought there should be organisation, labels, etc…
    Last of the rainy season here…so by November I shall be out with the hoses for a couple of hours each evening, swearing as I tangle my feet in same. I have acquired a part time gardener…but he is not here in the evenings!

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    • Oh! nurseries here have been scotched by the Big Box hardware gang. The local one’s current staff know sod-all about plants. They just de-truck their orders, bung ’em on the racks and let the poor things die.Yes, they have labels, but ,,,There is a locally-owned hardware/garden place across town and they are better, but still buy-in from commercial growers and seedlings are often root-bound when they get here.But the staff at lest know which is what.
      If you could get enough pitanga they’d make a good duck sauce

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  4. I simply MUST have a bat plant! I was intrigued by the seed heads in your photo (and thought they’d be ideal for the Terrifying Triffidery section of the Garden Photos Event), but then I googled “Tacca integrifolia” and I’m now in botanical love!!

    As for your GPE photos, I’m happy to re-size/crop if it means preventing another Big Pink Thing monstrosity…

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    • hahaha! Not even for dear Scarlet will I risk another Big Pink Thing. (NO! Muriel, you may not t-MURIEL!)
      Tacca is a cracker isn’t it? A friend had a white one, but I think she was gifted it.
      I’ll email you later with some things for your Triffidry.Be afraid…

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  5. I’m so envious that you can grow bat plants! I’ve killed a few over the years, given up on them now. Watering with hoses is treacherous to put it mildly. Picking my way through the bandicoot holes in the lawn is equally dangerous. Still very springlike here with wisteria growing over everything. I do love it so have made no attempt to curb its exuberance but hoping it doesn’t pull the fences down. And I do want a gardener boy please!

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    • I have to take more care than usual these days;partly because there is such tangle of things in some places and partly because I am not as sure-footed as I was!
      I think you should show us some pics of your wisteria…hint, hint


    • Now,now, Mitzi…you mustn’t ask too much of the help these days. Elfin Safety have set all kinds of rules.If cleaning ladies MUST have special mop-wringer buckets (yes, that’s true!!!) boys are probably not allowed to touch petticoats…


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