"Trish Brown" wrote in message
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Can't we all just say 'infinity' and let it go?

Continually feeding these pointless conversations is drowning the ng in
fresh, steaming, *unrotted* manure.

Y'know, you don't *have* to respond when someone posts something that
disagrees with you. Just let it go and we'll all feel better.

My garden is drooping at the moment. Well, we're watering, but the lawn is
overgrown and the beds need a bit of weeding and extra mulch. It's been so
hot and humid, no one feels like getting out and doing the usual
maintenance. We keep telling each other 'Tomorrow, when it's cooler...',
but it never seems to be cool enough!

The beans and peas have got mildew because I (mistakenly) planted too many
plants too close together. The watermelon has covered everything and we
have a glut of melons which is getting more and more worrying. The family
and neighbours are heartily sick of me asking 'Would you like another
melon?' Not only that, but the butternut pumpkin has met up with and
conjoined itself to the melon vine. There are umpteen little yellow
pear-shaped pumpkins growing among the many melons and I'm visualising
pots and pots of pumpkin soup and a plethora of pumpkin pies - oh dear!

LOL! And to think I nearly planted several watermelon and pumpkin
seedlings! One of each is quite enough, thank you.

Inside, I've put a Venus Fly Trap and a Pitcher Plant on my kitchen
windowsill (only for decoration, you understand). In the first week, the
Pitcher Plant entrapped a European Wasp that managed to make its way
inside, so I'm chuffed about that. Venus Fly Trap is a bit languid at the
moment, but I feel she'll come good when her traps have enlarged a bit. It
never occurred to me that my carnivorous plants might actually
carnivorate, but they did! Lucky me! ;-

For the first time in memory, all our African Violets have carked it! My
DS is in charge of those, as he has quite a way with Afro Violets.
Nevertheless, the Great Heat this year has dried them out phenomenally and
despite DS' best efforts, they've all turned up their sepals and gone to
meet the Great Gardener. Shame, that.

One extremely nice thing about our garden is that, since we removed all
the feelthy steenking palm trees, we no longer get liberally sprinkled
with ripe, steaming bat-shit. This is a blessing and I do smile to myself
as I listen to the bubble of bats in the tree four doors down. They're
lovely to watch from a distance, but you really don't want bats flying
over your clothesline. Or, indeed, your white dog!

Finally, a Blue-Tongue has had babies somewhere in our yard and there's
all these little baby Blueys pottering about. I think I mentioned a while
back that one turned up underneath my bed! This means I have to be
vigilant about the foul and disgusting Indian Mynas, who seem to enjoy
crown-roast of baby Bluey very much. If anyone's got any clever ideas
about scaring them away (the mynas, not the blueys) - aside from rushing
outdoors, waving a fly swatter or wooden spoon and screeching like a
madwoman...

!!!

... I'd love to hear of it.

And that's my little garden at the moment.

How about everyone else?

--
Trish Brown {|:-}

Newcastle, NSW, Australia

The other day I left the tank water tap on when giving the dogs a drink. The
rain atm is helping to make up for my booboo. The pumpkins are going beserk.