|Poppy on the armchair wards off any interloping possums who've come to ravage |
Mum's new ornamental capsicum.
I never conceived of such deep antipathy for leafy, green goodness, especially not the EDIBLE leafy green goodness of a bay tree, resplendent with enough bay leaves for a nation's generation of sauces, stews and soups.
However abhorrence is what I feel, and I have no desire to put lipstick on THIS pig.
The bay tree works as a [claustrophobic] screen between us and our own fence, which is at least 1.8m from the rail and beyond that, our neighbours.
The space between the tree and the fence
where dwells the pool filter.
A family of trunks to the left (wedged in by yet another ugly, horrible pencil pine) extend across the 5 or 6 metres of balcony.
|The monster's trunk. |
There's a "workshop" under the verandah,
rendered useless due to lack of light, due to the dense canopy of leaves.
Oh, and there's more planks of wood under here too...
The beast is unarguably out of control.
|The canopy inspired by the Amazon Basin|
My urge is to remove the thing altogether, replacing the screening element with clumping bamboo.
|Fargesia Robusta : photo copyright Noah Bell, Bamboo Garden|
And/or doing something along these lines
and if its possible, relocating the very VERY well established jasmine to "stink it up" as Milo so lyrically puts it.
|The jasmine currently owns the railing on the south side of the balcony...|
I swear, the place is a jungle.