Morning walk, The Square, Palmerston North, NZ. Image: Su Leslie 2019. Click image to enlarge.
Turmeric leaf turning brown; time to harvest the rhizomes. Image: Su Leslie 2019
I’m paraphrasing William Burroughs (Junky, 1953) in the post title, but it’s an apt description of my garden right now. Even the fig tree, which is still producing fruit, has no green leaves, and soon will have none at all.
Still growing. Wednesday’s breakfast perhaps? Image: Su Leslie 2019
Posted to Macro Monday
Posted to Six Word Saturday, kindly hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent.
Prunella vulgaris, or self-heal. The clue’s in the name really. Thought to impede blood flow to wounds, it has long been used as a medicinal herb. In New Zealand, it’s commonly found in large clumps in the lawn and regarded as a weed.
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It wasn’t the downpour predicted, but there was rain overnight, leaving a few drops of moisture clinging to the jade plant this morning.
Four large trailer-loads of prunings later, I can see the fence again.
Bit of a contrast to this morning ….
Posted to One Word Sunday | contrast. Thanks to Debbie for hosting.
… is the actual garden.
The results of our pruning efforts are ready to be taken away. Big T has just got home with the trailer.
Posted to Ragtag Daily Prompt | lost
“Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade..” — Rudyard Kipling
But tonight’s dinner is planned.
Posted to (largely) #WordlessWednesday
My home for the next couple of days has a patio, complete with rock garden.
Succulents often have very sculptural forms, and the little water droplets just seem to add to the artistry of a fairly commonplace plant.
A bit of random musing for Macro Monday
Dill seed heads. Image: Su Leslie 2018