There’s an audaciousness to this plant in the way that sticks itself to the white wall, gradually creeping up and out. One little leaf after another, it secretes a translucent latex that acts like a glue, hardening as it dries and allowing it to spread like a pretty monster. ‘Ficus pumila’ is its
This tiny toadstool is growing down the side of my house, not making a fuss, but a treat for the eyes if one looks down. It’s a solitary growth, happy with its orange cap and the grass forest behind.
It’s quite magical on a chilly winter morning when the sun hits the tin fence and pushes the mist up over the top. I have to be lucky to be standing at my coffee machine at the perfect time to catch its ten short minutes of rolling beauty.
Feijoas are growing abundantly on one of the four bushes in my front yard. I have no idea what the other three think their purpose is. However, No.1 bush is doing a sterling job of producing these delicious green gems that have become my snack food du jour.
Who knew watching an expert florist deftly arranging flowers in a vase could be so engaging? I could have happily sat there for hours and watched Alan Randell Smith making flowers and foliage into artful shapes.
Parsley grows rogue in my garden. In my veggie beds, in my flower beds, in pots … wherever the seed lands, it sprouts. Including in the pot on my front veranda. It’s lovely to be able to pad out in my socks and pick a sprig for my dinner.
New growth on a sickly plant is really quite exciting. It elicits a small squeak of joy when I discover the tiny green leaves pushing their way out of the stem, full of vim and vigour. This Croton is on a seemingly endless cycle of near-death and rejuvenation, but I am trying extra
My mum came to visit today, bringing with her a big basket of home grown apples. They’re delicious and crunchy, juicy and sweet, with wonderfully upright stalks. I just ate one. Now I want another. Not because I’m hungry, but because they such a pleasure to eat.
They shouldn’t exist. It’s too late in the season. But the tenacity of the broad bean cannot be overestimated. These tiny beans have done their best to grow into April, but the cold weather is coming so they have been picked. Popped out of their pods, with their shiny mowhawks in vibrant green.
Passionfruit are quite reminiscent of large, hairless testicles, but their innards are delicious. Fragrant and fruity with just the right balance of sweet and sour, especially when home grown. I love the sound crackle as the seeds are crunched between my teeth.
