Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Care and responsibility


This was taken on Tuesday evening, yesterday. I have not seen him since he scarpered up those stairs and out of sight. I have checked the roadside gutters. I will give him more time. Having heard that animals can somehow navigate their way home, tomorrow I will go over to Kirsten's apartment to check. Then, I guess, I have to ring them.

And I think he was having a good time, at least he said he was.
Bugger ...

Thurs 31 December
Still no sign when I awoke, so went around the back and through all the lanes and alleys. Nothing. I texted D&K. I walked over to Double Bay and combed the joint: inside, on the balcony, in the fire-well, in the garbage disposal area, in the gutters. Nothing.

Let K&D know again. This afternoon. I pinned up two MISSING posters on poles in walkway areas. Then combed the area again taking a wider arc and walking down every every every alley I noticed. I cannot see his body in any gutters.

I met a lady who said there is a pack of feral cats down near White City, cross Alma Street, walk alongside the murrayas, cross the little bridge and then stand there ever so quiet. They will come out. Won't let you get within a bull's roar though. I will do this tomorrow.

Fri 1 January
Wrote out two more big posters for light poles. One outside the corner store. Spoke with two neighbours. Wrote out 16 smaller notes and put them into letter boxes on either side and me being on a corner are the wedge. Looked over the large grounds of the nursing home where my Dad is. Nothing.

Nothing nothing nothing.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Grass without a lawn


Joan had a clump of delightful looking silver Fescu near the entry to her driveway. The green eyes immediately glowed - I must get me some of that!

However, being a little less mobile than before, I have settled for the achievable instead. May I introduce to you two clumps of "Purple Fountain Grass" which, the label trumpets, is a Sterile Hybrid. Mmmm ... manufactured specifially for we the indescriminate consumer. If we want more, we have to buy it - not breed it.

As Diana "Bubbles" Fischer used to say, "And it comes in such lovely colours!"

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Lavender - lavandula dentata


There are quite a few variations upon Lavender down in the nursery. I have not investigated, but I think the lavendula may be a poor man's lavender: one not grown for cut flowers, or for oil but purely for pleasure. Corrections welcome.

The flower spike to this one is quite different for others down there.

And the container from yesterday was a gift from a couple of friends for my 60th last year. I had asked for "something old and junky" and they found this which was labelled turkish.

Baby's Breath is really gypsophila and is a bit like an incredibly small daisy.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

New additions


After the kids brought over their cat for his sleepover whilst they jet off to a wedding in Hawaii, I wandered up the hill to the Paddington Markets in the grounds of the Public School up on Oxford Street. I bought this lavender for $6, an alyssum for $2 and 5 Babys' Breath for $2 each.

My lemon tree, lime tree, daphne and two of my gardenias have new shoots. Two other gardenias are in grave trouble.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

My backyard shed


I have always drooled for a shed to sort my "stuff" out in some reasonably organised way that enables me to find things. This is the back wall of my laundry.