Saturday, January 14, 2012

Virtual world of zombied friends


On 'Sydney Eye' durng this week gone, I made a crack about the younger generation and their penchant for mindless computer games and electronic gadetry. And I did not twig that what is good for the goose, is good for the gander. Being someone who spends an inordinate amount of time in a virtual blogging world, does that make me, and those with whom I am in touch, zombies. Well, to reassure folks, that would be a definite 'non'! And this little parcel from Ararat which arrived late Thursday, is proof of that particular pudding.


Inside the parcel - to open I did not beat around the bush, but went straight to the Stanley Knife - was a cornucopia of goodies: two jars of home-made jam; two brown paper bags of purple potatoes; and, a handwritten note. What joy! I even put the parcel into my caddee and took it out to MUH to walk Kirsten through it. She was entranced. The fact that she threw up nearly immediately, was by-the-by.


All through yesterday morning as my 'baby girl' underwent yet another round of surgery (the 5th in twelve months), I slaved around my courtyard moving anything that was heavy. Actually, everything that was heavy. I wanted the taller things to provide afternoon shade, and I wanted more space for child's play. And there is another issue. I have been losing plants of late. Not meaning they disappear over the fence. No, they simply cark it! Why? Why? Why? I ask myself. Out loud.

Too much rain? Not enough sun? Not enough watering? Or ... eerie music ... Is my upstairs neighbour doing nefarious things when I am not looking? I lost a large Lavender. I lost my Wollemi Pine. My Lemon tree is sickly (now I ask you, who could kill a lemon tree?) And that Gardenia Augusta up near the gate looks out for the count.

Ah, well, what the heck! Look what I just had for brekkie ...

3 comments:

freefalling said...

Hey!
Excellent!!
And so perfect that Kirsten promptly threw up!
So pleased to hear via MM she is recovering at a ridiculously fast rate (would you expect any less?).

That jam looks awesome on your toast!
I had it for brekkie too this morning and so did my Mum - it's being eaten in 3 states today!
Must be a Nougabricot kind of day.
So glad you loved your little parcel.

I have a theory about your garden.
I think, it is being kind to you.
I think it can feel the vibes of the stress you are under this year and it's saying forget about us, we will be here waiting for you when you have more time and energy.
Go look after other things now.

Joan Elizabeth said...

Who could kill a lemon tree ... meeeee.

What a great parcel from a fellow zombie.

Julie said...

Letty: I would much prefer my plants to tell it like it is ... you are not watering us enough, you are not ridding us of bugs and disease. We want this branch chopped and these old flower-heads removed. When do we want it? NOW!!!