…because I could use a little help. (Scarlet’s retired to the Fainting Couch after her marathon!)
Not necessarily the chemical kind like The Stones. Maybe those Liverpool chaps...
Or I could take a deep breath and get the Artificial Insemination tool…oops! I think that should have read “Artificial Intelligence.” You see, back in the day when I was working in a lab. AI was the abbrev. for a common farming practice. And a fragment of a poem has lodged forever in my mind…
LINES FROM A COW ON THE INDIGNITIES OF ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION.
“By Farmer Brown’s tractor! I’m virgo intacta! I’ve not had the ghost of a binge. Instead, I’ve been gloved and ruthlessly shoved with a dirty, great, greasy syringe!”
I wish I could credit its author, but all I recall is that it was written by a (then) student at an Agricultural College and appeared in a University student magazine.* Sometime in the 1960s…?
So…back to what the current behind-the-scenes pixies are doing. I’ve done a bit of tinkering and had a couple of trial runs and can’t say I care for it. You know what a bugger’s muddle I can get into without any help from a writers’ programmer!
And I think …it might not be worth a punt with the housekeeping money, but I shouldn’t be at all surprised if this Ai thing has already been trialled….by the Prince of Nigeria!
Perhaps a spot of colour to finish?
An un-named bromeliad

Our old favourite… Lilly-pilly Powderpuff…aka the Drag Queen. (Syzigium wilsonii)

*Probably Massey College.

















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Took a bit of fiddling, but here’s mine! So, a “woody pear.” I also noticed that the flowers are squirming with tiny caterpillars!





















…squint very carefully and you can see two very tiny growth buds. Hope is not always a thing with feathers! 



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Stanley, helping The Gardener.
Alamanda flower. It grows up the verandah support post and flings itself about, sometimes managing to sneak under the blind and tickle my ear when we eat outdoors. Can’t say I mind!
Back in our more rural days… we had lots of these and many others. You’ve probably heard people in some parts of the world urging caution when putting on boots, yes? Well, where we lived the “caution” meant tip the frog out before you stuff your foot in! Our neighbour used to keep a spare key in the pocket of his waterproof jacket, hanging on the back verandah. That was, in real estate parlance, a froggy des. res. !
And, on a sweltering 30+ day and wishing for this











This was the first, not very successful attempt.The recipe calls it, at this stage, “shaggy dough” and it did, indeed smell a bit like a wet sheep!
Here you see me shaping the dough into something that looks loaf-like.

And here it is, doing what it is meant to do.
A delicate little thing, but tough enough to survive in harsh conditions. It’s so grateful for rain.
Not the best picture, but I wasn’t game to go into the neighbours’ yard as the ankle-biter is a tad viscious. 

This is the old stalwart, Fraser Island Creeper, Tecomanthe hillii 







