A mass of pink camellias abound on the eastern wall of our house.
Though desperately in need of a prune, while they are flowering with such glory and abundance I am loath to attack them with the secateurs. Let them have their day, I say.
It strikes me as rather bizarre, to be telling you about a blooming daffodil in the middle of July. The seasons worldwide are definitely changing.
Experiencing a fairly mild winter here in Melbourne, Australia, I was amazed to find the first daffodil of the season, almost a month earlier than last year. Still, I’m not complaining, as I adore daffodils. Funnily, yellow is not my favourite colour, and I can definitely trace that back to the ghastly yellow we were subjected to in our childhood bedroom, which had been a sunroom before we lived there. However, the sight of bright yellow daffodils is a different story. In the garden, to me they always herald the beginning of spring.
On my walk this morning I was thinking about these daffodils, when I came up with a new word. It’s bazurd, spelling of which I am unsure, because I just blended two words together unwittingly: bizarre and absurd. Isn’t that how new words are invented? The press are always doing it e.g. Brangelina for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, so why can’t I?
I went right off track there, but never mind. It’s my blog and occasionally I am allowed to prattle on. After all, this is princessprattles, so pourqoui pas? (Why not?)
Last year I posted about the sneaky camellia. Each year I smile again to recall that story. It’s still going strong after all these years, and I have to admit to not even fertilising the poor plant at all this year.
I love having a number of self-sufficient plants in my garden. I also love the fact that I found a couple of baby camellias growing under the main plant, which I have potted up. The search shall soon be undertaken for a new home for the offspring.
What do I have in common with the next two photos? Whilst the flowers are budding camellias, I am a budding author. Is author too strong a word for a blogger? Does one have to be professional (as in earning money from writing), to be termed an author? I would love to know what you think.
This one reminds me of a fried egg, with its white outer and yolky inner. Thank you for the underline on yolky. I know it’s not a real word. It’s a jokey.
What better introduction to different areas of the garden than paths of various dimensions and construction? With a large block of almost one third of an acre, I have plenty of space to create interesting corners. A variety of paths adds to this interest.
Recently my husband purchased a new chainsaw. Fortunately he is not a serial killer with a penchant for chainsaw massacres. However, we still had some very large trunks from the conifer lopping last year, which I suggested we keep for this purpose. Yes, once again my recycling surfaces.
In between the lilies and the flower carpet roses in the middle tier of the backyard the wooden step stones are a shortcut to the tropical garden, if you don’t want to walk across the grass. I also trimmed the roses back so that there is a wider space to walk through, also encouraging growth in a straighter line. And once again, the cats like to check out my projects. Zorro tested it out first, and then this morning Shadow obviously wanted to get into the picture too.