Our next entry in the EIGHTH ANNUAL INFOMANIAC GARDEN PHOTOS EVENT is Mitzi from England. Over to you, hen.
I drove past my grandma's old house a while back and was pleased
to see the pampas grasses I bought as a child at a church fete for 5p
each are still thriving today, 30 odd years later. My Gran thought they
were bulrushes and planted them between the
roses. As you can see, they soon took over her front garden and you know
what they say about having pampas grass in the front garden!
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| Pampas grass |
My back garden with a view of the wash house / freezer shed...
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Not one of mine but imagine them all wearing Crocs...
The Maidenhair fern I call Barbra (Ms Streisand to you) so called because she is very highly strung and has seen better days...
The Easter cacti was left outside last winter, it survived the Beast
from the East but it was in a very sorry state. I brought it in and It's
perked up a treat. Aspidistra in the background...
Thank you, Mitzi!
How very Torquay. Lovely!
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PS Hope the Christmas Cactus flowered after all that...
Cockington?
DeleteIt's an Easter flowering cactus it should start to bud in Feb.
DeleteMaidencombe?
DeleteSuch color and a well appointed yard Mitzi!! Bravo! I love the use of pots.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, after saying the c word, I have the feeling MJ might have passed out. Did anyone else hear a thud?
I've went for the retro look, inspired by a wallpaper palimpsest when I had new kitchen units fitted.
DeleteI've rallied 'round despite the C word.
DeleteWhat a lovely collection! Well done Mitzi!
ReplyDeleteDoes Carmen ever play Bocce Ball on that lush back garden lawn?
Playing Bocce Ball when there are beds to be made and pots to be washed I think not. What she does on her half day off a month is anyone's guess.
DeleteThe one on the end, with the tuchas, I know her.
ReplyDeleteIt's always nice to see a friendly face.
DeleteI can hear Testosterone scratching away with his quill.
DeleteNorma dear,
DeleteTo spy is to see,
but not truly to know,
your lustful confusion;
just a signature 'ho.
Aligned with purpose,
those dames have some pride,
upon your coated tongue,
they'll never ride.
Now Mitzi's garden,
and those she is fond,
arouse the celibate,
to form a pleasure bond.
Your legend and lore,
it covers this globe.
The best ye can hope for,
is a surgical probe.
Your cactus of sorts,
in dried mucus delight,
sheds and then weeps;
fills your panties at night.
Now our Mitzi is one,
to mince and then pose,
her gentlemen callers,
cherish her rose.
She's taught, tight, and clean,
words you've never known,
her menfolk re-dedicate,
to making her moan.
A garden's a reflection,
of the sin deep within.
Whether sultry and scented,
or a cum-dump dust bin.
One can imagine those exquisite words set to music, Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet theme springs to mind and narrated by the lovely Maureen Lipman.
DeleteI like a nice lip man.
DeleteYou have gnomes, Mitzi! And little squirrels. I am in awe and am considering kidnapping you in the hope that you can sort out my wild back yard. I have an attic you could stay in for when you are not tending to my shrubbery. What d'ya think?
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ReplyDeleteYes I do, Home Bargains finest! The squirrels I brought with me from my old house, they were left by the previous owners. Thank you for the kind offer of an attic but it's Carmen who does all the work and you really don't want her in your house, she'll eat you out of house and home.
ReplyDeleteThe Mistress has gnomes and squirrels, as well. But no, I wasn't the previous owner of your old house.
DeleteNext year I will have gnomes and squirrels.
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I have owls too, their eyes light up when night falls.
DeleteThe shelves at Poundland must be bare. Jx
DeleteIt's lovely! I'm guessing that even as a child you knew what pampas grass meant in the front yard. I suppose your Gran eventually figured it out as well. Poofs buggering around the front lawn.
ReplyDeleteAyem8y!
ReplyDeleteI did. I was very forward as a child.
Gran would cut the plumes and bring them indoors her living room looked like a whore's garret.
Where there is greenery you often find queenery just ask Sheila Latrine!