Good reason...

So, I was buying some plants today and I was chatting to one of the staff. He told me he had spent nearly $2000 on making over his back yard and he described it all to me. It sounded lovely. Then he told me he rented the property. Now, me being me, thought ‘that’s a bloody lot of money to put into someone else’s property.’ He agreed. The reason he did it? He said because it made him happy. Yeah, that works for me….

Of perverts and geraniums...

I had a cleanup of the garden at home. When I bought the new house I knew it had a weird garden. As I was cleaning up, a landscape dude came to give me a quote for paving out the back. He looked at the garden out front as he passed and pointed to one area and said “What do you think they were thinking when they did that?” The area is question is one I call “The perverts stand.” Why? Well it was this rocky area in front of the sunroom window and was bare of everything but for stones, strangely bent wood and weeds. A good friend of mine indicated it looked like somewhere a pervert would stand with his nose to the window. Hmmm...anyway, it is no more and any passing pervert will be disappointed.

I like simple, old fashioned hardy plants that kick the arse of trendy plants that last one season and cark it (die). So I planted impatiens, geraniums, marigolds and daisies. I’m a simple soul…no really, I bloody am…I am also knackered as hell and pissed off the ‘kink free’ hose I bought was very kinky. Hmmm…I don’t mind kinky but not in garden equipment…I shall be having ‘words’ with them....I want no hoses with sexual perversions.

So I bought plants at the market…

…I swore blind I wouldn’t buy any until I had a house and not an apartment. True, I did bring native orchids (they’re dumped in pots along the balcony) up from my old house in Brizzie even though a male friend told me I was mad to do so. Colour me mad. But the thing is, you’re either a plant person or you aren’t. Plant people would understand why I was genetically forced to buy these plants. They would also understand why I’m trying to grow the spiky head of a pineapple on my kitchen window sill.

Besides…I only bought two small ones…they don’t even count…

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