Unsure of where to put the punctuation in the title, I decided to go without any at all, and I used this phrase because I wanted to talk about the garden, have something catchy, and draw from the Velominati’s Rule Number Five.
Our garden, Kangaeroo Corner* is absolutely thriving. But not quite in the way that I may have originally envisaged, hence the latter part of the title, and the uncertainty over where to place the punctuation.**
Banksia I should originally have planted in sunny spots are doing well, but none of our four trees have never really flowered, which is what the sun will draw out of them. And this time last year I was flying around Tokyo to hand out to mates some of the kangaroo paw I had so proudly grown from seed, but should have held off because it looks like nearly all of mine have died, probably because I interfered too much with their growth and over-watered them.
Wattles have grown spectactularly well, but that creates shade and shadows for other plants that like the sun.
And the ground-covering grevillea with its gorgeous little flowers has not reached its potential for the same reason.
I took the day off work today to fulfill my responsibilities for the village where we live, which entailed watching over an inspection to mark three years since large-scale renovations were carried out. Our estate looks absolutely magnificent in the warm, spring sunshine. The cloudless sky makes for a wonderful contrast for the cream-colored buildings of the village, which are surrounded by hedges of currently blooming white and pink azaleas, mostly, with wisteria trellises in the common area, and it looks simply exquisite.
It was timely because a hand infection has absolutely knocked me for six over the past couple of weeks, and I still require extensive treatment. My hand finally looks to be inching toward recovery, but remains excruciatingly painful. Another visit to the dermatologist is set for tomorrow, with at least one more treatment to follow that, on Sunday.
Out other patient really took a huge step toward recovery today. Dino, the rosy faced lovebird, was livelier, hungrier and naughtier than she has been for a while, though not yet completely recovered. She still has a sore on her bum and is struggling to poop. But she seems to be getting better. Our vet will provide specialized knowledge when she sees her tomorrow.
* Not a corner. But it’s a Strine garden, so in typical Strine fashion, she’ll be right.
** A lie to avoid revealing a sad lack of grammatical awareness.
