Growing Grass Trees!

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Today would have been my old Mum's birthday.

5th October 2008

She would have been 84.

Today is a special day to remember her.

This lovely photo of the plaque was take by my dear sister-in law

just after it was recently positioned at the grave site.

Thank you Eve

Daphne adored plants!

(I have inherited this gene!)

One of her favourite plants to cultivate were Cymbidium Orchids
similar to this lovely specimen

for more information on these and other orchids visit this site

Daphne showing her orchids to her twin sister Dorothy who visited her in Australia in 1988
Dorothy passed away recently on the 30th August not quite reaching her 84th birthday either. Dorothy lived in the USA for 60 years.

Daphne and Dorothy

5.10.1925 - 2008

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)

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1 comment:

Knitterary said...: (((Carol))) You honor her by continuing with her love of plants.

Daphne was always one of my favorite names. It's feminine without being cutesy.; October 6, 2008 at 5:06 AM

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Grass Trees… Xanthorrhoea

Grass Trees… Xanthorrhoea species only grow in Australia and developed early in evolutionary stakes for flowering plants.

They are very slow growing, but mature trees are centuries old, the lifespan can be 600 years! Unfortunately they have been reduced due to careless land clearing and land development. Respect for this species is easy when one considers also the valuable use to humans.

Without destroying the tree, Aboriginals ate the white, tender sections of leaf bases and roots, and collected the seeds to grind into flour. The resin at the base waterproofed their canoes, fixed their axe heads and spears. They also fermented the nectar to have a celebratory brew!

Early Colonists were also inventive, using the resin for their dwellings on floorboards and walls, stove polish, soaps, perfumes, incense in church and later in the manufacture of early gramophone records! Plant this Australian landscape icon.

It is fire tolerant, frost hardy, and drought resistant.

The flowering spear attracts honey birds and native bees and butterflies and provides a shelter for lizards. Of course the grass tree is agelessly stylish and a great investment for garden design

Native or Exotic Plants

#A Native plant means that it’s
endemic to this country – Australia.

*Exotic plant is one that has come
from another country - not Australia

? This means that I don't know if a
plant is N or E and will try to find out.

Weeds...
A weed is a plant that is growing in
the wrong place at the wrong time
therefore you can have a native
plant that is a weed.
For example the umbrella tree
is a native Australian tree
but should be growing in the
northern tropics where there are
insects etc. that will eat it
and keep it’s growth and spread
under control,whereas down here
in the sub tropic (Brisbane) they
tend to take over every thing and
spread like wildfire.

Rockpool

My generation is dying, after long lives
swung from war to depression to war to fatness.
I watch the claws in the rockpool, the scuttle, the crouch—
green humps, the biggest barnacled, eaten by seaworms.
In comes the biggest wave, the irresistible
clean wash and backswirl. Where have the dead gone?
At night on the beach the galaxy looks like a grin.
Entropy has unbraided Berenice's hair.
We've brought on our own cancers, one with the world.
I hang on the rockpool's edge, its wild embroideries:
admire it, pore on it, this, the devouring and mating,
ridges of coloured tracery, occupants, all the living,
the stretching of toothed claws to food,
the breeding on the ocean's edge.
'Accept it? Gad, madam, you had better.'

Judith Wright.
1915-2000