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Sun. Flower.
So. Autumn has descended on us with its full ambiguity.
Just when I was becoming so panicked about the 35 degree heat and the effect that it was having on my balkon garden.
Just when I finally broke and bought a hose to connect from the kitchen sink so that I wouldn't spend half of my weekend running backwards and forwards with buckets.
There's rain and there's grey.
There are leaves leaping from trees, and the street in the morning has that creeping smell of sweet rotting foliage.
And I didn't even get a chance to show you the pictures of my sunflowers!
Here goes.
Ok, I know you're not really supposed to play favourites with pets and plants, but this gradated variety is just clearly, objectively* the best.
*which means I can't help my preference- I'm just being scientific.
And while I haven't yet gone crazy enough to believe that my flowers have feelings too, I couldn't help suspecting that a certain photobombing bloom was jealous....
You can tell I'm pretty late to the photoshoot party.
The sun- coupled with my lazy watering routine- had an acceleratory effect on the sunflower blooming patterns.
Quite a few of the plants have even seeded already - leaving themselves open to be ravaged by hungry birds, who consequently left a seed-husk mess all across our balcony.
Of course, we've got other things growing too. These little physalis/gooseberry like guys (I'm sure a German will know what they actually are?) are a fairly strong reminder of the coming Autumn....
Not all flowers are the good sort though. Despite my fight, the summer rapidly took the coriander (nooo!!). Apparently coriander will always go to seed as soon as it feels warm enough.
Slowly but surely, the parsley followed suit.
And now I'm in a battle-to-the-end (or to the winter) with the basil and mint.
Luckily some of the flowering events have fruitful outcomes.
Plants that Dance
I read somewhere* that this week is Plant Week.
As you all know, the collection of plants in my life and my apartment is an obsession second only to the collection of Kittens.
*The somewhere is actually here, which is my new favourite 'inspiration blog'. So many ideas. So much pretty!
As you all know, the collection of plants in my life and my apartment is an obsession second only to the collection of Kittens.
Kittens because, well, I don't have any and never will (Andy is allergic).
Plants because I have many. And because the obsession can be life-long, as the plant-gap in my heart can never really be filled: I think one can probably have enough cats (maybe?) but I find it impossible to imaging such a thing as too many plants.
And, although it's wrong to play favourites with your carbon-fixing comrades, I want to show you this cute little fellow.
We picked him up when looking particularly for a eucalypt or other Aussie foliaged friends. Andy saw this guy, mentioned that they had something similar in the Far North West (Karratha), and I pounced on his reminiscence as a valid excuse to make our house just a little more green.
Because seriously, check this out!
It's touch sensitive!
Not only do the leaves fold open and closed, but the stems themselves have little joints, bend in seconds as the stalk seems to just entirely loose pressure.
The closest thing I can have to a pet without actually bringing furry animals into the house.
Take that Animals- you with your self-important motility!
My Little PonyZimmer
I may have mentioned a couple of times that our new(ish- I guess we've been here for 4 months!) flat has a kind of 1/2 room as well as the bedroom and living room, kitchen and bathroom.
It's a kind of Guest Room. A kind of Bob Dylan Room. A kind of Sewing Room. A kind of Storage Room. A kind of Pony Room.

Let's head on in!
It's a kind of Guest Room. A kind of Bob Dylan Room. A kind of Sewing Room. A kind of Storage Room. A kind of Pony Room.
Let's head on in!
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