Every week I say to myself – write something about the garden! I’ve been wanting to write about creating a tropical garden, and the joy of watching it grow. Silly me, I’m always sidetracked by other themes. That is until today, when, by a lovely piece of serendipity, I came across Hurtled Past Sixty’s monthly update of what’s flowering in her garden.
Those of you who’re bored by plants and flowers, off you go and visit someone else’s blog, because I’m joining in the fun of Garden Bloggers Bloom Day! I may only have a pocket-handkerchief of garden now, but I couldn’t live without growing something, and experiencing the delight of watching the cycles of life in my patch.
Since the monsoon broke at the end of May, the relief from the heat has been palpable, but other than a handful of magnificent storms with their leaf and flower-shattering missiles, here in Colombo the clouds have often passed us by, or delivered a disappointing harvest. These last few weeks. we’ve had to water every couple of days or so.
The greatest excitement was created by the black bamboo, which set a new shoot after every storm. With each new shooting, the diameter of the stalks has increased, so that my immature clumps are now almost recognisable as offspring of the Giant Burmese. There’s been a recent flurry of activity in the Manel bowl, but the real surprise the last few days has been the burst of rosy new growth on the cinnamon tree (and seeing that it isn’t just its’ crunchy berries which attract members of young Hanuman’s family!).