To bore others is one thing, to bore yourself another. Bearing that in mind, I have decided to place a temporary embargo on any mention of the weather. Nothing at all. Not even in passing. Or as an afterthought. If a tornado sweeps me up and deposits me at the end of the yellow brick road I will keep stum. This is a promise. However …… just before the prohibition era begins I have a few things to get off my chest.
This week I have been submerged in the weather; immersed, saturated, sand blasted. My ears are ringing from the relentless roaring of the banshee wind. My face is glowing, not with health but because a layer of my skin has been removed by the driving rain/hail resulting in a slightly scary post chemical peel demeanour. Working in these conditions is like trying to garden on a bouncy castle with a jet engine in your face, especially when wearing so many layers you need a spreadsheet to get dressed in the morning. Your senses are confused by the cacophony, your balance undone by the gusting gales. It is not so terrible that work is impossible, there are no snow drifts, flash floods or hurricanes, but resides in the grey zone of “only the brave/stupid”. It is exhausting, frustrating and sometimes surprisingly fun.
There it is, I am now purged, my lips are sealed from meteorological utterances for, well shall we try a week?
This is Brachyglottis greyi, also known as the daisy bush. There is a very nice cultivar called “Sunshine”, but of course we wont be mentioning that for a while. I think this is going to be tougher than I first thought.