Basil and Marie Streeting
Our Garden means so much to us. It's changed over the years
and with the water restrictions we have had to adapt. Our main love is our cacti and succulents
because we love anything unusual and they are easy to maintain. We are always
amazed at the show of flowers from some of these thorny and sometimes
unattractive little plants.
Our epiphyllum cactus are our love and when hanging baskets
bloom in October they are a special sight. We are like kids again, going out
every hour or so to see them as they fully open.
We completely 'rocked' the bottom half of the yard last year
after we lost it all with the rain. It
nearly killed us but gives great satisfaction.
Our garden eases our pain, our worry and any fear for the
future. When we come into our garden we are at peace. Times means nothing and
all we need is a few pots or an empty space, each other and the world is ours.
Our garden is 'us'. We are etched into every inch of it and
just like us it's not perfect. It's quirky, it’s fun and like us frayed a bit
on the edges.
I love being a gardener because we are a special breed. We
understand why your nails are dirty and you are covered in soil. We don't care
if you look a mess and you have to duck into Woolies for milk. When I see
someone like that I cry 'Comrade' and we are instantly linked by the same
passion.
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