Sunday Selections #145
Welcome back to Sunday Selections!
This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.
Kim spends more time writing at The Shake these days.
The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to The Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
Kath and Andrew often join in as well, although Kath has been quite busy lately and unable to join us.
There are several other participants now though:
Jackie K at Working Through It
Gillie at Random Thoughts From Abroad
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with photos of the gardens surrounding these flats I live in.
the dwarf sunflowers have tiny, tiny flower heads forming in the centres of those leaves.
me, age four. You can see I already had the gardening bug.
see that tiny green speck down there?
the ornamental plum trees planted along the western wall of my flat are developing fruit.
because the trees are ornamental, many people think the fruit is inedible, I thought so too until last summer when I tried one and found it juicy and sweet, so of course I then picked a few more.
The trouble is finding them. As the season wears on, the leaves turn a rich purple just like the fruit which makes the plums hard to spot.
this is the sea of lomandra growing in front of the plum trees and stretching all the way to the mail boxes.
just look at those thorns! this particular spike is jutting out right by my mailbox and stabs me when I collect my mail. It won't be there by tonight. Where's my secateurs....
beginning at the end of "my" sea of grass is this bigger sea of smaller lomandras, much softer looking and with less thorny flower spikes. About halfway through this sea is the path leading to the flats that back on to mine. Because they are softer, they look prettier, especially when a breeze ruffles them.