Wynken, possums can be as devastating as slugs, and have the added advantage of being a protected species. :o
Today was a vair fresh 6 degrees in the a.m., but very sunny so a bout of gardening soon had the jumpers and scarfs being flung about.
We began the reclaiming of the deceased lawn: lots of natives, mostly tube stock; tons of mulch and step back and wait. Natives demand the discipline I lack, that is, you plant some weeny scraggy wee shite of a plant, and wait for it to spread two metres. The whole planting in threes and fives just don't go.
The raised bed that housed the cannas that wouldn't do anything is now home to a grevillea "Superb", chosen for its year-round flowers and capacity to take a chop - it's at the edge of sight for the deck, so don't want it to get to two metres.
Round the side of the house I pulled up a useless grevillea alba and planted Banksia integrifolia, the coastal banksia. It will grow into a ten-metre tree if we let it, but is amenable to pruning. We won't see it from our windows, but it will cool the house and feed the birds.
DH called me to look at a tree full of cockatoos - about twenty-five - corellas, not the sulphur-crested kind. They look like big white Christmas tree baubles.
I now need to rest and have a gin and Dubonnet, the preferred beverage of the present queen's mum. Mark of respect, don't you know. (hic)
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