Forest of the damned.

Damned palm seedlings, that is. Foxtail palm, Wodyetia bifurcata. A lovely, lush thing, but rather too generous with its seeds. Ripening to a rich orange, about golf ball size, they hang on the tree for ages, not unlike a 5kg bag of mandarins and are a good food source for bats, possums and some birds.

Then, the few hundred or so that are left drop to the ground, germinate and away we go again.

That’s not grass! It’s hundreds of foxy seedlings! All this rain we’ve had are having has given everything a boost and I spent some time this morning pulling out handfulls of these. Lovely trees in the right place, but this yard does not have the space for so many. Not so long ago, foxies were at the centre of a scandal.

I also pulled handfulls of Cobblers’ Pegs Bidens pilosa, a nasty thing whose seed awns are not only a fecund nuisance, they can be a menace in animal fur or woolen clothing. The unseen corner over the back fence is choked with them; I’ll have to be extra vigilant when the wind blows from the south.

And then, my back having had enough bending, I straightened up and took a camera for a walk…

The Allamanda can’t seem to stop! Daffodils are out of the question here, but I glory in the matching yellow and similar fragrance. And that’s about the colour of our walls, too!

And the rain has been kind to the Gloriosa, allowing another flush before it goes to sleep…

An un-named bromeliad, bought at a school fair, years ago.

Two of our Anthuriums…I rather like the purple.

I’ll leave you with the Soursop (two that we can see, but possibly another higher up the tree).

15 thoughts on “Forest of the damned.

  1. We have a similar problem here with sycamore seedlings – they get everywhere! I spent a considerable time yesterday extricating them from under our new bench, and all the crevices under the fence and in the couple of patches of soil we have. This morning I went out there, and there’s another lush crop to “harvest”. By the way, “fecund” is a great word, isn’t it – a good substitute for swearing at the weeds!

    As always, I am in awe at the tropical beauties you have in your garden. We’d be lucky if we could manage to grow Anthuriums as houseplants, let alone in the garden. I did try Gloriosa once, but it did not like London temperatures – even in summer it’s probably too cold for it – and died on us. We wouldn’t even attempt to grow Allamanda as we don’t have a greenhouse to overwinter it, but our friends in Essex grow the quite similar-looking (albeit orange, rather than yellow) Campsis radicans, which grows rampant on their fence. I never knew Allamanda was scented…

    Lovely photos. Jx

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  2. Beautiful blooms, Dinah! I prefer your Allamanda to our Daffodils. There are Daffs everywhere here – in the hedgebanks, in the verges – to be fair I’m looking forward to the cooling Bluebells doing their stint, and I have a craving for Tulips.

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    • It’s the sharp definition of the seasons that I miss the most. Of course, I did sometimes mutter about the cold and the necessity to have several pairs of boots. But always, unfailingly,Spring would arrive with snowdrops and hyacinths and Erlicheer and I would feel that the world was still (mostly) okay.
      Here, we have but 2 seasons, like an on/off switch.


  3. Bromeliads and Anthuriums can only be house plants in my Northern climate. Its always an interesting thought to me that somewhere in the world what I know as a houseplant is a native plant to someone else. My two main archnemesis come from Europe, the Cherry Laurel (Prunus laurocerasus) and Creeping Buttercup (Ranunculus Repens). I was so desperate once I used what we call a “shop vac” a small industrial vacuum to vacuum up hundreds of the laurel berries in the yard. The neighbors must have been amused watching me vacuum the lawn. They are such handy machines though, you can suck the water out of a flooded basement or sawdust from a wood shop because it all goes in a bucket attachment.

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    • Oh, there are plenty of things here that are “shop vac worthy.” And, of course, this “wide brown land” embraces many climatic differences, so some native things are banned in some States. Eucalyptus torrelliana, once a favoured street or garden tree is now on the Weed Police list of naughties. Gloriosa is also on the list….shhh

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  4. The weed police and their followers get on my…nerves. I was about to name a more corporeal part of the person, but decency prevailed.
    There are not going to be glorious gardens in the future if you restrict plantings to purely native species.
    A wonderful grove of eucalyptus in a large park in the capital has been cut down to be replaced by native species…’good for the birds’, chant the weedies. Thanks to all the mini parks and street plantings which make San Jose such an attractive city the birds have plenty with which to be getting on…but those multi coloured tree trunks are now lost forever.
    Milton’s ‘blind mouths’ comes to mind.
    Will now subside grumbling into a tissue restorer.

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  5. Gloriosa is not native. At least, not today.Who knows if it was around in Gondwana days?
    If we were to get rid of ALL non natives we should start with white fella and all the crap they brought with them.
    However, I do see that many plants become problematic in new habitats. There are several growing here that are in the pest category and I yard them out when I can.But their seeds are often dispersed by birds and animals…
    And let’s not forget that we are close enough to Aisia and Melanesia for all sorts of things to float in.


  6. A lawn of palms – how decadent that would be. I’ve just read up on the Cape Melville incident – I suppose the foxtail palm is now too common for you to make a fortune selling your “lawn”?

    Please keep up with photographing your lovely blooms – they’re one of the few things keeping me going while I wait for warmer temperatures here and the resulting growth it should bring.

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  7. Ahhh…as so often in life, the Fortune Train left the station long before I got to the platform! But the foxy is a lovely thing. And I’m happy that my pictures delight you. Well, now that I have a “trick” to post BIG ONES! 🙂


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