Green winter "snow"

We’re in the garden

Blogging has been fun, but the garden calls. The Ungardener is busy with brick edged gravel paths in the last corner. I must do some strategic weeding – of the existing paths, and to rescue a newly planted lemon verbena.

If you are here, please leave a comment or a message. I’d love to know you visited, and I will get back to you as soon as I escape from our jungle covered with drifts and billows of green winter “snow”.

I have a little list of future posts – bees, disas, green building, Karoo succulents, indigenous bulbs, the pond, pictures of the paradise/rose garden, invasive plant aliens, birds, bugs, spiders, snakes, grey water, gardens we visited in South Africa, the Groot Winterhoek wilderness area, and finally “Will I still love this garden when I’m 62?” And the list grows ever longer!

Black Stork Island

Give me joy

Give me fun

Gimme an island in the sun

Remember “Seasons in the sun” from Terry Jack in 1974. It was based on lyrics by Jacques Brel in “Le Moribond”, first performed in 1961.

Our island always needed a name. I’m guessing non-gardeners find it odd that we name the parts of our own landscape, but I find no invitation to garden in “the north border” or “the island bed”.

Our first name in the last garden was Pickwick’s Ridge – because the cat liked to sleep there. The only shade in a brand new garden on a steep slope drenched in all the sun the day could offer, looking out across the Atlantic to South America.

Why “Black Stork”? Read the story in my 29th June post "Black Stork IN garden".

Do tell. Why do you call that “That”?!