We had rain for 7 days. A whole week. Seven days in a row. 103 mm! Like England or Ireland. And we are going into summer. Winter is our rainy season. And even then, if it rains for a few days. Then the sky clears. And we wander round in shorts and T shirt in the garden again.
The Ungardener sees the big picture. The long term. After a week, the sun broke thru again. I raised my eyes from this laptop, and saw thru the window, wonderful clouds. Followed my eyes to gaze on our mountain. And reflection, now we have cleared the pond of invasive Kariba weed. That is the royal we, the Ungardener got his feet wet. It is his pond.
The Ungardener sees the big picture. The long term. After a week, the sun broke thru again. I raised my eyes from this laptop, and saw thru the window, wonderful clouds. Followed my eyes to gaze on our mountain. And reflection, now we have cleared the pond of invasive Kariba weed. That is the royal we, the Ungardener got his feet wet. It is his pond.
I see the details. The flowers. This combination of blue, reddish and yellow. The three primary colours, which clash when combined in manmade tones. But I love this lively combination. The blue is Plectranthus neochilus (= muishondblaar). The Ungardener is determined to call it lavender. From a distance? But up close it smells ferociously herbal. It is supposed to deter flies if you bang a stalk on the windowsills.
The reddish is a deep orange Gazania. Chosen because I love its flamboyant flowers. And in our last garden, every time I planted it. It died.
And the yellow is a gift from nature. A basal rosette of leaves. And generous heads of sunny yellow flowers. A weed, in other words. One of the Ungardener’s free spirited plants. All welcome here. Except Paterson's Curse Pretty flower?
Chocolat turning his back on Paradise (our rose garden). He is In a Persian garden . Beyond the wall, our neighbour’s trees. Borrowed scenery. And she has catnip. Chocolat has been seen diving over the wall. And she has seen him. Gathering up fistfuls of catnip. And devouring it. Then staggering home, to scale the wall. Red Bull gives you wings. No doping tests in the cat world.
PS Why Rest and be thankful ?
PS Why Rest and be thankful ?
A tale that any gardener will find transporting. Thanks, Diana. BTW, that first link in your post might be cursed itself... give the code another look.
ReplyDeleteI love your pond photo, Diana, with the rose and sand colors reflected in the water echoing the mountain's colors. Wow! I wish I had that framed and hanging on my wall! As for Chocolat, he seems to be attempting to be a living demonstration of "the grass is always greener on the other side," though in his case, it's the catnip!
ReplyDeleteTx Helen. I have done it right this time.
ReplyDeleteOFB The Ungardener is flattered.
Your wet weather sounds most familiar Diana :)
ReplyDeleteAh Anna, but not to us. Not now, in summer. And it was followed by days of vicious wind. Also not usual. The weather is going mad.
ReplyDeleteYou must be delighted ... your pond is especially stunning!
ReplyDeleteJoey - the Ungardener would like it to be about twice the size. But he did listen to reason ...
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