Deflation

I seem to feel as if all the wind has gone out of my sails. Or someone let the air out of my tyres.

Not sure why, but possibly the aftermath of swirling currents of calamitous events occurring with other members of the family.

Rather like the afterwash effect when a speedboat goes roaring up the river. Of course, because we are a close family, the ripples are always felt, from the smallest pebble fall, to the fastest 'speedboat'.

We have also had Small Grandson for the morning. Not that he was any trouble at all. He built a house, & put the family inside, then he made a TV, and cupboards! Now there is a boy who has his priorities right. He also neatly packed it all away when he finished.

SG then went off to investigate what Garden Vandal aka Gom was doing.
Of course he found him doing further mischiefs in the now bald patch of dirt, that once contained, Morning Glory, a wonderful healthy fruitful Passion fruit vine, a pretty Fuchsia, a creeper that was a gift, a rather nice orange flowered succulent, to say nothing of the lovely pink flowering ground cover that once graced the barren earth. There were some bulbs which I doubt have survived the poking of the Vandal's evil pronged fork.

There are plenty of other weed infested patches of garden in the back yard. I cannot for the life of me work out why he is so obsessed with this poor patch.
He could uproot, poison, torture, dispatch all the other weeds he likes, but no, he just keeps returning to this.

Here is the current baldness. Gom has been threatened with death, if he so much as touches the Port Wine Magnolia tree in the corner. Not that that necessarily means he won't. At least he hasn't as yet. His lemon tree is on the right. His assorted garden uglies solar lights, etc are now residing on the baldness. Only one of them works, the lighthouse. The large round concrete lid is a sewage main access. Hmmmn perhaps he might end up down under....


I have moved this photo, so it probably wont enlarge on clicking. I had got my pics round the wrong way again! I will leave the other at the bottom, & it very likely will enlarge. Not that there is much to see. I did like it when the creeper covered the bald ugly sewer hatch, & draped over the stones, which have been rather poorly placed, so are not even a feature.


Here is a little orange orchid that was growing opposite the back door when we first came here. It got relocated when we redid the back yard, & it has sulked for 4 years since. This is the first flower it has had in all that time. Normally there is a flower on this for most of the year.



Here is one of our last Agapanthus, I don't understand why it is so late blooming. Our white ones didn't show at all this year. Must be sulking for some reason, & yet everyone else's seemed to flower ok.

Here is the wider view of this flower. I rather liked the way the succulent rosettes & the fish fern framed it, & the rather bald branches of the Tibouchina, it almost looks like some florist has been busy. Just one of nature's accidental arrangements!

This sodding humid weather stresses out most of us, & I find myself wanting to just remain inactive as much as possible.

Cooking is a hideous thought, & I wish I could just lose my appetite. Sadly that never seems to happen! I am now resembling a large tanker looming on some horizon! haha.

Next time I am in the market for a bra, they are likely to direct me to the tent department. A pup tent perhaps, but nevertheless...

Josef Locke, I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen.