I must begin with a thank you to those who offered advice on my jasmine problem. Especially Rough Seas who womanfully battled the vicissitudes of WordPress to provide a wealth of pragmatic suggestions.
This morning I dug around the roots and pruned off all the dead wood. The roots did not seem waterlogged nor did I find battalions of grubs munching away. There were some tiny, tiny ants and these have been
exterminated sent to a better place. I added some organic fertiliser and some sand to help with drainage and now I shall sit back and watch. I suspect it will die anyway knowing my luck but at least I gave it a whirl.
Kelp – or seaweed solution – was another suggestion and we shall drop in at the local garden centre on the way home this afternoon and see what they have. Or I could just go beach combing.
But kelp has another resonance today. I am nothing if not unfaithful – to my blog that is. I post a few shots on Flickr, on Facebook and indeed on PBase. The last one has long since been neglected but it hosts hundreds of images of HK Moths I have taken and also back-ups of wedding photos so I keep it going. It’s a great business model. Inertia rules. Like our godown in fact. A godown, for the uninitiated, is a warehouse. We rent space in it to store in an air-conditioned environment all the stuff we have no room for but can’t bear to part with. And it costs us a bras and a jambe. So inside Aladdin’s Warehouse you will find 2 sets of golf clubs last used about 20 years ago. They do have carbon fibre shafts not hickory so they are not so old. Indeed my first clubs did have wooden shafts and I was 12 years old. I keep the latest set “just in case” I ever want to play again. I am sure if I did I would invest in a set of 21st Century clubs but you never know. I have a decent collection of artwork (none of it mine except a few photos), which we have nowhere to hang – most of our walls are glass so we get fabulous natural light but nowhere to knock a nail in. Glass and nails are not natural bedfellows. What to do with it? And so the list goes on and the pile reaches the ceiling. We resolved after the shock of this year’s bill – payable in advance of course – to empty the godown and stop storing things “just in case”. But we haven’t. Yet. I shall enrol at once in Hoarders Anonymous. Hello. My name is Andrew and I’m a Hoarder.
This is something of a wild digression from my kelp theme. Sorry.
Yesterday I posted a small number of shots to Flickr and a few more to FB, all on the Antarctica theme. I have reluctantly given my loyal blog readers a break from the Rough Seas in the South. But others sites are not spared. What bugs me is that one of those images is a particular favourite of mine. Yet it has elicited zero response. My public and I are clearly on a different wavelength. I am the Third Programme to their Light. I am on Shortwave whilst they tune happily to FM. But I refuse to give up. And so here it is – the Kelp Gull.
Why do I like this so much? No idea. I just do. So yah boo sucks to the rest of you. And only Yvonne commented on the dog-on-the-wall picture yesterday. Care for me, says the dog. Don’t abandon me. I make the same plea for my Kelp Gull.