There’s a gardening show on our national television channel, the ABC, called “Gardening Australia”: it’s been running since cocky laid an egg or thereabouts.
It was upped from half an hour to an hour a while back, and that caused a problem for viewers like me: too much screen-time to fill for the programme-makers meant a step away from what the show used to be – from instructions to display.
Here’s an example:
I’ll be in my new place on the 8th of next month. It has two outside yards and a front garden, and this latter has been let go. I’m hugely looking forward to getting stuck into it and turning it into a flower garden; so advice and instructions are what I need. That “Gardening Australia” story about a young woman who’s made a small-ish commercial one is very nice, but very lacking in actual help. In fact, there’s none at all.
The show has moved away from giving viewers information, and now provides … ahh … entertainment, I suppose: stories about the results of other people’s work, not how they did it.
This is ANNOYING. It is FRUSTRATING. And it is also SILLY.
I mean, where shall I turn now for help ?!
My Brisbane friend DMN, who comes down to visit every so often (is that friendly, or what ?!), once brought with her a medum-sized pot containing soil and a strange, long, green … thing. It was a bit like a three-cornered spear; and about 20 cm long (high ?). She handed it over and told me she’d also done one of these for herself to take home: she’d propagated them from her mum’s place, mid-way between Brisbane and Geelong in glorious Richmond, NSW.
So. I considered it. “What IS it ?” DMN had no idea of its name, but assured me that it was beautiful, once grown and flowering. Then we both set out to discover its identity, without immediate success: for my part, entering something like “long green 3-cornered stalk” into Doctor Google and checking out what he responded with just made me enraged. Happily for us both, another friend of mine here, the beautiful Barbara, came across one at an exhibition she attended (I think) and brought me a brochure. Epiphyllum. The hitherto unhelpful Doctor G came good: I was able to email DMN with his results, and she said, unhesitatingly, that it was the oxypetalum; for she could identify it from memories of her mother’s plant’s flowering.
DMN decided to call her plant Effie; M.R. called hers Phyllis. You observe that we are both somewhat lacking in imagination when it comes to botanical nomenclature (ahem !). Anyhoo, here they are; and I need no comments regarding whose photography is better, thank-you !
The moral of this story is: have gardening faith. Long green spears will prove amazingly fascinating, developing into sensational plants. :)
There are several things I’m really interested in other than crochet and knitting – or should I say, as well as C&K. These include gardening; at which I am embarrassingly bad, bugger it.
Since arriving in this town at the end of April 2016 I’ve lived in no less than five different units; and my current rental is the first one with garden in which I can expend my less than satisfying efforts. I buy seeds online, and have even bought a couple of seedlings there, too; but the best way of all to try to fill the smallish but actually not so tiny garden beds is to go with my friends M&L to various plant markets on weekends.
The one I like best is the Drysdale market on every third Sunday (not counting winter) – it has easily the best plant stall-holders.
But the trouble is: no matter with how many bags of seedlings I come away from such places, I never seem to be filling up the L-shaped garden that follows the line of this building. It is NOT FULL. It is SPARSE. In spite of my planting out things that are meant to spread, they don’t. At least: if they’re meaning to, they’re taking their bloody time about it. :\
M of M&L made me a wonderful planter on legs, back in my 3rd unit; because there was a back yard but no soil. I seem to be OK with that in terms of filling it up – it is, after all, a very finite space. I shall take some photos with my current phone (my younger sister donates her cast-offs, which is much appreciated) and you’ll see exactly what I mean …