When a phormium bursts out of its plastic pot you know it is ready for action. More accurately it is time for your action. Last week this constricted monster was divided and planted out in various areas of Max’s garden, where it is sure to flourish. The strength and versatility of these feeding, anchoring, storing and propagating organs is immense and admirable. Lying below the surface, supporting the show boys and gals, it is not often they are examined or appreciated. We should remind ourselves once in a while that they are both the beginning and the end. They should be respected and nurtured if you want vigorous, healthy plants. Once you get past the idea that they look like a heaving orgy of Amazonian snakes, the turmeric coloured roots are quite beautiful too.
Didn’t serve me so well today. On my way to the du Maurier’s I came across a “Road Ahead Closed” sign part way into my journey. A handbrake turn later and I was faithfully following the diversion signs until, 14 miles later, I ended up at a sign saying “End of Diversion” followed by “Road Closed”. Concerned that I had inadvertently become embroiled in some kind of avant garde film, possibly Swedish, definitely in monochrome, representing the meaningless of life in mime form, I made my pathetic excuses, “I can’t get there!”, and went home. A little Miss Marplesque investigation later and it seems that the “Road Ahead Closed” actually meant,”Five Miles Ahead, Well Past the Place You Are Destined, The Road is Closed and If You Follow the Diversion Signs You Will Only Reach the Other End of the Closed Road and With It Intense Frustration”. In their defence, I suppose they didn’t have a large enough sign.