Aaah spring! Season of new beginnings, hay fever and crazed wildlife.
As I write I can hear our local possum gang conducting what is either epic warfare or a very intense mating ritual outside the lounge-room window – complete with hissing, grunting and screeching. Not to mention thundering across our tin roof at all hours of the night.
And lets talk about the birds shall we?
Birds that behave perfectly civilly for nine moths of the year only to turn into kamikaze bombers come September the first. We have magpies and butcher birds (also known as noisy miners) trying to kill any humans that enter the yard and rainbow lorikeets staging a turf war for possession of our bottle-brush tree.
But this post is not about animals. It is about plants, or to be specific this plant…
This is Larry and he is a Yucca plant. I bought him last week during our weekly late night shopping pilgrimage to Coles.
Now I understand this may not seem like a very remarkable purchase. But I have a confession to make…
I’ve killed every plant I’ve ever owned!
This is not something I’m proud of. I’ve always wanted to be one of those women who have a kitchen garden, or at least a few healthy-ish pot plants.
But alas I am a failure on all counts – a fact that is hammered home to me once a week when I visit my mother who is a fabulous gardener. If it wasn’t for the 27 hours she spent in labour with me I’m sure she would be wondering whether I was actually her daughter.
So anyway what happened was this. We walked into Coles and ran smack into a pallet of lush green plants…
Me: “Ooh look at those plants. They look lovely and green.”
The boys give a cursory glance to the pallet of plants and agree that they do indeed look very green.
I look at the pallet of yucca plants and a vision starts to form in my head.
It starts with one of these plants and how great it would look on my back deck start, but it ends with me becoming a “lady gardener” in the tradition of Stephanie Alexander and wafting about my hypothetical kitchen garden plucking home-grown produce for my beloved family.
ME: *tentatively* “Maybe we should get one?”
Three sets of brown eyes look at me in utter perplexity. Then Jack my eldest sons says, very kindly…
JACK: “But Mum… you dont really DO plants”
ME: “Well yes I know that but… maybe if I can keep this alive then we can think about trying some vegetables or something?”
Suddenly they are all on board. They’ve talked about a vegetable garden for years and suddenly it seems like it may become a reality.
So after much discussion we choose one. And I’ve called him Larry in the hope that by vaguely humanizing him I may be less inclined to forget about him than my previous flora failures.
So far its working. So much so that this week I bought Larry a friend…
This is Cordelia the Cordyline! And so far they are both alive and enjoying a sunny spot on my back deck.
Larry & Cordelia – BFFs baby!
Now I have been told that both varieties are quite difficult to kill so I am trying to realistic about my mad gardening skillz.
But if any of you have some advice about how to grow vegetables in Brisbane – or anywhere for that matter – I would LOVE to hear it. You’d be doing me, and my Stephanie Alexander fantasy, a great service 🙂