After days and days of faffing about, the people selling the house to us have come to the point. We have finally, FINALLY, got the date sorted out for the house move. 25th September it is, one week from today.
Packing has recommenced with a vengeance and because I’ve been head down and bum up in cardboard boxes for the last week, I didn’t notice that my hitherto nice neighbour has murdered the passionfruit. Or at least, mangled it so severely that its future is in some doubt. When I planted it, we discussed whether she was OK with it twining through the fence. Oh yes, I was told, she likes passionfruit, no problem. I told her to snip off any bits that were particularly intrusive.
Yesterday afternoon I went outside, looked across at the fence and promptly burst into tears. Instead of a luxuriant tangle of foliage obscuring a rather ugly fence, there were dead, dying and drooping branches, dozens of leaves on the ground, and a stark view of said ugly fence. She’d only gone and cut every branch that passed through the fence, even if it came out again on my side. She cannot possibly have a shred of passionfruit left on her side, and I have barely a shred on mine. There’s ONE branch that survived unscathed. I’m fearfully sad about it… I can only console myself with the thought that I couldn’t have taken it with me anyway, but I do think that good manners should have prompted her to mention that she was about to conduct a passionfruit massacre instead of leaving me to find the corpse…
Anyway, on a brighter note, the little lemon tree is absolutely covered in the most deliciously scented flowers and the lime tree has noted this and decided that a spot of flowering is also in order. There aren’t many on the lime, but I live in hope. The banana tree, another one I can’t take with me, has put out two suckers which are now of a size to be potted, so they’re coming too, and I shall dig up my two pineapple bushes and pot those for transportation. The mango, avocado and lychee are still holding their own, but I think they will be much happier in the ground, so I’m looking forward to some action once they’ve got over the transplantation shock.
I’m picking the last of the weeny cherry tomatoes, and then that bed can have the capsicum and rhubarb plants dug out and potted, and I can clear it. The potatoes are dying back too, so it’s almost time to harvest them – I’ll probably get that done before the move so I can carry a bucket of spuds rather than 6 potato bags of plants!
The adventure in the Gardens of Chiconia 1.0 are almost over. The New Gardens of Chiconia, version 2.0, are about to start