As usual it has been ages since a good rain, but given this is a dry place, I don’t suppose I need to go on about it. Some people believe that a flowering cactus is a sign of rain on its way, but that might just be wishful thinking!
Waiting for rain near the chook house.
Still, with this many flowering at once, I may get my hopes up.
These cactuses with the red flower came from the local rubbish dump, when I went to get mulch two or three years ago. And they do not look like trash at all.
Stolen. (photographed by Isabel)
Got these white ones just a few months ago and now look at them! They came from a house near here, and were piled up ready to go to the dump. No one was home when I went to ask for some, so I took a couple of bits anyway, and as I did that bit from Ratatouille was in my head, “it’s not stealing if no one wants it.” “Then why are we stealing it?!”
The pink one came from Grandma’s garden and grew slowly in its pot for many years before being planted out (possibly 20 or more). I planted this bed near the chook house in 2010, but fail to weed it thanks to the prickles. This one has never had so many flowers before, and I used to get excited if it had three out.
While I have been either busy or slacking this year, my daughter has had a very productive couple of months posting pictures on instagram.
LPS @ Gardener in a dry land
I have been amazed at the response that a few pictures of toys have generated, as she’s now up to over 500 followers.
Izzy at work
Obviously there’s a lot more I need to learn about social media. I do know that she spends quite a lot of time replying to comments, liking other people’s pictures and that. As a busy mum I don’t have the time to do these sorts of things, so if you have stumbled onto this blog by accident, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
The pink garden
My dainty South African ice plants
Gladly share the garden bed
and never overextend themselves.
Unlike that fat pigface we all know with the pale yellow flowers
But once a year in October they let their hair down and what a party!
The yellow garden
Those garden-bed hogs, the pigfaces.
Just a few photos to make up for the lack of posts since about May!
It has been quite a while since I have posted; I wish I could say that it is because I have been too busy in the garden, but I have spent so little time there either that I ended up feeling alienated from it. The few hours at home I had would be spent hiding in my cave watching Seinfeld. Fortunately I have rectified the situation and have even continued a stone wall I hadn’t touched for a year.
That’s me building that wall.
Earlier this month we had over a week of severe frosts, the worst frosts since June 2006, and some round here say in living memory as the timing was not good for the crops.
Looks like Elsa the snow queen has been by.
All of the things in my ‘frost free’ places were hit hard, but some lovely colours came out of it, before the leaves curled up.
Frost damage – the good
And as for the lovely rain of autumn, that seems to have dried up, and it’s back to watching the forecasts and the clouds and hoping.
Frost damage – the ugly
The house was kind of empty after Leyla died, and Patches seemed to be at a loose end, so before the month of June was over, we found ourselves adopting Lola from Port Augusta Veterinary Services.
Lola on her favourite couch
Well! Patches was not very happy about that, and spent several days on top of the kitchen cupboard, ‘sulking’, and when not sulking she was practising her death stare, something which Leyla was very good at.
Practising her death stare.
Then something magical happened one morning when I was at the computer ‘checking my stuff'; I realized that the noises I could hear were of two cats having fun chasing each other, with not a growl or a hiss to be heard. They are now great mates, and enjoy being togther, although Patches still retreats somewhere up high if Lola is getting too silly.