A rainy day

Today I didn't want to publish a post. I wanted to go for a long walk along Currumbin beach with my daughterML and with my gran daughters Raphaelle and Fabrizia, as they have autumn school holidays. The weather gods didn't agree with that decision. They covered the sky with grey gauze and let it rain. Perhaps they are in a better mood around lunch time. They might
take away the bulky grey to make room for sun and blue sky.

It seems they do not agree with that either the rain increases, steadily drumming on my roof. The sort of rain one knows is not going to stop just for a walk on the beach. Out of the window I can see the goldfish frolic in the pond, they seem utterly happy with the rain.

So here I am making one post more. Yesterday evening ML send me some pictures from her garden. She not only has green thumbs she is a green person. I will post them now.

A grey, rainy sky.

Can you see the Stickinsect on this Hibiscus?

Flowering Eucalyptus sideroxylon.

E.sideroxylon is one of the best known of the Ironbarks as there is an isolated population in the western area of Australia's largest city, Sydney. There are two subspecies recognised; subsp. sideroxylon is the common form found over most of the range of the species except that it only has a very slight incursion into Victoria. Subsp.tricarpa is found along the south coast of New South Wales, the north-east coast of Victoria and in central Victoria. The latter differs from subsp. sideroxylon in having fewer flowers in its inflorescence, larger buds and fruit and broader juvenile foliage.

The flowers grow on long stems pointing upwards.

This is a succulent plant, I don't know the name of it. I received a cutting years back from a friend. I gave a cutting to ML, and it is flowering now. The paddle leaves are long and flat and very lanky. (easygardener said , the name of this plant is: Epiphyllum oxipetalum.)

Believe it or not:

The lili has an air,

And the snowdrop a grace,

And the sweetpea a way.

And the heart's- ease a face-

Yet there is nothing like the rose

When she blows.

Christina Rosetti