I will have to check on this, but I am pretty sure that it is statutory law to grow at least one cordyline in each and every coastal garden. As particularly law-abiding citizens we have two specimens. Cordyline australis, more commonly known as the Torbay Palm, is not however one my favorites. They shed leaves like an alpaca, these leaves take several millenia to rot down in the compost heap and when left on the ground will, in a split second, wrap themselves around any piece of machinery that comes their way, which in turn will take half hour to disentangle. To their advantage you can weave the dried leaves into rope. Which ever way you look at it the scales are not balanced in the palms favour. I suppose they fill a space.
Like all professions certain jobs in the garden can be more tedious than others. So in attempt to spice things up a little I thought it would be fun to attempt these boring tasks in a gale force, freezing wind. The first, undertaken by Hero, was raking up the leaves still dropping onto the lawn from a retentive oak above. This, naturally, she completed with her usual dogged determination and patience.
In the meantime, after raking up the aforementioned cordyline leaves, I attempted to stake a couple of toppled plants. The Acacia bailyeana Purpurea was at a rather jaunty angle, as was a cytisus and correa. I am a self-confessed slacker when it comes to staking but hopefully I have corrected my neglect. The ground is like blancmange so it is not surprising that plants are toppling left, right and centre.
I’m not saying it was windy today but a jackdaw fell out of the sky and landed in the Mediterranean Bed, 2m away from me. I thought it was Hero’s hat so I was a little surprised when he looked at me, a trifle embarrassed, ruffled his feathers and flew off again.