Don’t know what happened there - evidently it was visible earlier, since Gus and Carinthia saw it. It was a couple of years old, so can’t see why it should suddenly be taken down. Will see if I can find an alternative link.
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Anyone know what one of these is?
Note both red and green stems, and great big knobbly black roots quite out of proportion to the size of the plant.
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Bergenia
AKA elephant’s ears
A semi succulent with pink flowers and large waxy leaves beloved of flower arrangers
They are about 8 inches long oval and tinged with a pinkish red when they get light to grow
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I think there is a peony in there too with the palmate green leaves
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Can’t find the one I posted originally (looks like it was an embedded video) but this is considerably more of the same:
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I love it Joe
Waltz of the Chickens no less!
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It really ought to have started with a mazurka…
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Nah chickens don’t lend themselves to mazurkas
Herons or egrets are more yer mazurka types
ETA
Does anyone like trifle sans cake?
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Only if it involves swoffling up a duckling or three.
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I do NOT put ducklings in trifle!!!
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But she’s quite definitely Polish - no others have that 70s afro look
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Thanks, Joe!
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Nether my stepdaughter or her Carinthian cousin like trifle with sponge innit. More a ‘mouth feel’ /texture issue rather than flavour.
They both like Sherry…
Carinthia.xx
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How about frogs in bread-and-milk?
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It was an accident!
(And my name isn’t Nicholas.)
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I loved ‘The Lumber Room’. We had it at school in a book of six short stories. A favourite line, just looked up on Gutenberg:
“You said there couldn’t possibly be a frog in my bread-and-milk; there was a frog in my bread-and-milk,” he repeated, with the insistence of a skilled tactician who does not intend to shift from favourable ground."
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“She was a woman of few ideas, with immense powers of concentration.”
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Oh yes, so many gems in that story!
From memory, ‘Bobby won’t be having a good time; his boots are too tight. … He told you so. You often don’t listen when we tell you important things.’
I remember our teacher asking us if we could guess what ‘soi-disant’ meant. Hadn’t a clue. Guessed ‘haughty’.
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In case anyone hasn’t read it: Short Stories: The Lumber Room by Saki
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Ha, here’s the bit I sort-of quoted from. Thank you, Mrs Adams, you were a brilliant teacher.
“She’ll soon get over that,” said the soi-disant aunt; “it will be a glorious afternoon for racing about over those beautiful sands. How they will enjoy themselves!”
“Bobby won’t enjoy himself much, and he won’t race much either,” said Nicholas with a grim chuckle; “his boots are hurting him. They’re too tight.”
“Why didn’t he tell me they were hurting?” asked the aunt with some asperity.
“He told you twice, but you weren’t listening. You often don’t listen when we tell you important things.”
“You are not to go into the gooseberry garden,” said the aunt, changing the subject.
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