I used to be young.
People say, “You are only as old as you feel.” Well, I feel old.
Maus and I have finished the winter pruning and it’s time to celebrate or, it would be, if not for the fact that all the Spring jobs loom large. We have to start mowing and weeding and rake the bottom acre before the fire season. We have to fertilise everything and spray the roses and the grapevines and prune the passionfruit and get the vegie patch ready. Oh, me! Oh, my! Continue reading
I always thought knicker creep was what happened when I had mistakenly bought a pair of knickers that wasn’t cut to accommodate my generous butt or the elastic in the legs of some old favourites had given way. Continue reading
October is the best month for roses and this is the best view of our place so I thought I would combine the two to give you a glimpse of how gorgeous they both look at the moment. Continue reading
…’Cause, I did say there would be no more Clivia posts for this year but I didn’t account for my wicked sister, Sandra. Sandra is responsible, directly or indirectly, for all the Clivias in this post. Continue reading
You are, probably, sick of Clivia photos but these are the last two to flower and I wanted a record of all my 2015 flowers, therefore, … one last post.
The top photo is a Clivia my sister, Juanita, gave me earlier this year. It is proof just how hardy they are. I visited Juanita one day and she asked whether I wanted a Clivia. The plant was in a bucket, without soil. I don’t know how long it had been out of the ground. I took it home and wrapped the roots in wet paper. The next day, we drove to Bridgetown and, the day after that, I planted it. The plant is now huge and has the biggest cluster of flowers of all my Clivias. It is a delightful specimen. As you can see, it is a brilliant orange, the flowers are exceptionally large and open quite flat (see the flower, centre left). Fantastic, thanks, Sis. Continue reading
As you have probably guessed, I have been back to Clivia Classiques in Forrestdale. I must admit, I am a bit obsessed at the moment. Clearly, I am going through a stage. I have even had under my house terraced, especially for my new purchases. Continue reading