Friday, May 2, 2008

More Seedlings

The Noodle and I went up to Belair Nursery/National Park again during the uni break. After we'd done purchasing seedlings (though I surreptitiously returned the ones he snapped off at the base to the back of the racks) we went and played in the tunnels and saw two emus. Bit of a relief for him as he is getting pretty sick of me pointing out koalas up at Brownhill Creek.

'Yes Dad, another motionless sphere of fur, high in a bloody tree, oh be still my beating heart.'

Emus, on the other hand, freaking rocked. For a few days after he would yell 'two eeoos' every time he woke up. Holding up a random amount of fingers to indicate that, yes, there were indeed two.

I find that the information given on plastic tags for plants is similar to the hyperbole found on wine labels. My apologies to all sommeliers out there for any offence. For the same reason you can't write 'Red, tastes like wine, ambitiously priced' ; nurseries would be courageous to ascribe 90% of their stock with the tag 'shrub-like, green leaves, small flowers may appear sporadically.'

Wilson's Honey Myrtle (melaleuca). Prefers sandy soil in full or part sun. Flowers spectacularly if not trampled to death by rampaging toddler.

Hakea bucculenta - sounds like someone with vomit streaming from their nostrils, smells somewhat better.

Grevillea Wilkinsonii - Likes to summer in the south of France. Denies ever being involved with Lara Bingle.

Geraldton Wax (Chamelaucium uncinatum) - distant relative of the Labrador. Inexplicably loves Chekov's plays.



At May 8, 2008 at 7:20 PM , Blogger franzy said...

I inexplicably like Chekov's plays, perhaps that's because I studied them in year 12. But I do not get the Geraldton Wax gag.

Keep peeing on the lemon tree. You will see results eventually. Whether those results are lemons, or the simple bonding of yourself with the Noodle by urinating outside Like Real Men Together, remains to be seen.

At May 10, 2008 at 7:53 AM , Blogger myninjacockle said...

Possibly ungettable due to its inherent unfunninessness. Still, gotta be in it to win it, what doesn't kill ya etc...

Still giving the lemon tree regular golden showers but the Noodle is yet to commence toilet training. Not looking forward to that chapter of my life. He currently contents himself with peering around my legs when I'm in the dunny and yelling 'Dad wee. Stinky.'


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