Sunday, 20 December 2009
This beautiful amaryllis was given to us by Robert's parents when just a bulb and some leaves. After bringing it home, it only took a week to flower and provide a slash of crimson in our sun-room.
Christmas is slowly drawing near ... I finally brought our potted Christmas spruce tree in from the cold.
'And I was bought and sold
And all I ever wanted
Was just to come in from the cold.'
It may be summer here in the Antipodes, but so far (this far south anyway) summer has yet to dig in.
Speaking of digging, an old tractor tyre that used to be a sandpit in the days when I did Home-based Childcare, has taken on another role - as a handy lettuce-and-spinach-grower.
A little like this happy, old kettle that has been reincarnated as a pot-planter surrounded by the ice-plants that remind me of summer days at my Nana's place, with its warm, wooden verandah at the back of the house.
Hopefully our slow-to-warm-up summer season will take note of all this transformation.
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