When I lived on the fertile plains of central NSW they would slowly wither and perish. In the lush tropics of Queensland anything I attempted to grow didn't even seem to try. It just upped and died. Within days of coming into my possession.
But here, in dry, dusty south-east WA? Every (well, almost) plant in my care is not just surviving but growing.
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| It's third summer and my water lily is finally flowering! |
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| It didn't even get yanked off and spat out by the dog, which is what usually happens to any flowers within her reach. |
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| Looks like I might actually get some tomatoes this year. |
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| And some strawberries. |
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| I thought these paper daisy things would just sit there and cope the best they could, but they, incredibly, have new growth and new flowers. |
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| A flower on the 'what-ya-call-it?' plant. |
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| This is what normally happens to my plants. I thought I'd cooked this cyclamen when I left it on the front porch one hot day. It is now the first plant in my history of plant-killing to have bounced back from near death. |
Of course their condition has nothing on that of the pampered plants in my husband's part of the garden. They're going bananas over there.
Update: I took these photos a while ago and can report that everything pictured is continuing to grow. I just couldn't be bothered taking more photos.
Do you have a green thumb? Or do you only have to look at a plant for it to keel over?
