I am probably the wrong star sign for gardening. Leo. People usually say “oh” when they ask and try to change the subject. Apparently I am domineering, melodramatic and stubborn. Perhaps. Anyway today I tackled the Road Bank, the home to many of our more exotic family members; the hedychiums, bananas (both ensete and musa), cestrum and kunzea. The shelter belt of assorted trees has been trimmed back hard to reveal a leaning habitation of colquhounia, buddleia and euphorbia, desperate to be brought down to base and given a fresh chance to grow upright and proud. The rule book said “no”, the lion said “if not when?”. Maybe the cocky mare will be taught a lesson, maybe not. Maybe I will tell you if I’m wrong, maybe not. Oh no, another leonine trait “painfully honest”, drat!
ps photo is the trunk of caustic sap-dripping Euphorbia mellifera, luckily I remembered my gloves.