In my previous post I had a look at the one thing Mum seemingly didn't like in her garden, a sunflower that passed its use-by date and was promptly beheaded.
In order to present happier things I thought I would muse quickly on the aspects I love in Mum's garden (at least what was there last weekend)
The yellow roses, which were in full bloom when I was there were wonderful. I love yellow roses, even if they appear to symbolise contrasting images of friendship and joy and dying love and healousy.
The oversized herb bushes are ace! The Rosemary keeps on growing, the sage is ginormous, and she never seems to kill it like I do, and her basil is just phenomenal.
The Chilli bush. I meant to bring some home with me to grow on the balcony garden, but oooops. Maybe next time.
Last, and my most favourite of all, is my two little garden helpers in Adelaide, Carrington and Radcliffe. While not so adept with a fork or spade, they supervised goings on very well, fertilised the lemon tree and provided cuddles afterwards. Given their cushy life I have decided that if i get reincarnated I want it to be as a spaniel!
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