8 thoughts on “I was taking my evening constitutional.”
Lovely place, bravo and excellent photos
Good one, Bravo. You come across as settled in your adopted home.
OZ
Mmmm, lovely, super photographs Bravo.
The plant you don’t know, oleander. V poisonous with cyanate compounds, hence its almondy smell.
Thanks, Christina – I knew it was poisonous, but not what it was 🙂
I thought it was a rhododendron, but only because it would allow me to say that, ‘one rode a horse, the other rhododendron’; an answer looking for a question.
My father uses to say that. He also used to say ‘Wire haired fox terriers’. To which there is only one response. ‘I don’t know. Why are they.’
Then there was ‘The cross-eyed bear’ called ‘Gladly’. As in ‘gladly the cross I’d bear’.
Sipu, deliciously bloody funny!
Bravo, I never forget oleander, my second mother in law’s gardener tried to poison himself with it but only succeeded in giving himself the guts ache, he carried on and did the job by drinking weed killer in her greenhouse!!!
Needless to say he was Irish, of the name of Paddy McGuire!
I don’t think she ever felt quite the same about her greenhouse but she did carry on growing oleander.
Quite why he felt the necessity of killing himself in her greenhouse I have no idea, it wasn’t considered personal at the time!
But he sure spent a lot of time in there.
Who can ever understand the Irish?
Actually on further thought a bloody good place to do the deed, surrounded by flowers. Saves the expense of buying any more!
Note to self, exit with parsimony!
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Lovely place, bravo and excellent photos
Good one, Bravo. You come across as settled in your adopted home.
OZ
Mmmm, lovely, super photographs Bravo.
The plant you don’t know, oleander. V poisonous with cyanate compounds, hence its almondy smell.
Thanks, Christina – I knew it was poisonous, but not what it was 🙂
I thought it was a rhododendron, but only because it would allow me to say that, ‘one rode a horse, the other rhododendron’; an answer looking for a question.
My father uses to say that. He also used to say ‘Wire haired fox terriers’. To which there is only one response. ‘I don’t know. Why are they.’
Then there was ‘The cross-eyed bear’ called ‘Gladly’. As in ‘gladly the cross I’d bear’.
Sipu, deliciously bloody funny!
Bravo, I never forget oleander, my second mother in law’s gardener tried to poison himself with it but only succeeded in giving himself the guts ache, he carried on and did the job by drinking weed killer in her greenhouse!!!
Needless to say he was Irish, of the name of Paddy McGuire!
I don’t think she ever felt quite the same about her greenhouse but she did carry on growing oleander.
Quite why he felt the necessity of killing himself in her greenhouse I have no idea, it wasn’t considered personal at the time!
But he sure spent a lot of time in there.
Who can ever understand the Irish?
Actually on further thought a bloody good place to do the deed, surrounded by flowers. Saves the expense of buying any more!
Note to self, exit with parsimony!