The old man from the village, who had been aghast to find out that the JCB had been there to dig a hole for a pond for wildlife, and who had then questioned our sanity as to why we had not just sown grass instead, like everyone else, had now taken to leaning against the boundary wall, on a regular basis, to keep a close-eye on the proceedings. Oh, how I wish I'd had my camera at the ready, the day he wandered along the road and stared in disbelief at the enormous hole, now complete with fitted carpets. "What in the name......?" he broke off, looking at us with an expression which conveyed his sentiments that we were stark, staring mad. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall as wandered away, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "fitted carpets...?" to tell his wife that he was now convinced the family who had moved into the village were complete nutters. After that day, apart from grinning every time he saw us, he gave us a wide berth.
Flambouyant! - Today's flambouyant (Royal poinciana) blooms take the show. I grew this tree from seeds I collected in Guyana 5 and a half years ago.
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