Interesting quote that, in Tauranga I think it is on 15th avenue there are grapefruit trees planted on the verge, dropping fruit like you would not believe.
Very little is collected by the citizens.
On the other hand an overhanging feijoa tree will attract multiple scavengers.
I guess as in life, sweet will always attract before acidic.
Fallen and un-claimed citrus is not something Southlanders want to hear about Lofty! It's not something you would ever experience down here - cast-aside swedes, yes, lemons, grapefruit, oranges and limes, never! I'm developing a 'plant hedgerows across the Southland Plains' programme, looking to the future and the sustainability of the communities down here. We have great soil, excellent conditions for fruit, nut and berry production and oodles of land - establishing foragable hedgerows would be a cinch, were it not for farmers and councils. Once I've got those on board however, it'll be full steam ahead. I began my campaign in the latest NZ Gardener mag (for which I write), encouraging farmers to grow hebe on their farms, up and down their driveways and around their houses, for the sake of the disappearing pollinating insects. There is much to do and so little time.
'flat out' meaning 'asleep'? Some things never change Lofty! People probably think your name refers to your height, but everyone in the family remembers the 48 hours you and Gwyneth spent together in the old loft - 'flat out', eh Loft! Good times.
Do you know the origin of the quote? In this part of the country, the council now approves the planting of fruit and nut trees on public land. :) Unfortunately not the funding of. The stadium hangs around the necks of several generations. :( Isn't hedgerow a great word. Probably in JOhn Keats 'Ode to Autumn' somewhere.
Fred - the John Tavener (seems he's a composer with a Christian bent) came from a small book I have called 'The Little Green Book' by Cherry Denman. My favourite from the book is:
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, the curious peach; Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass Ensnared with flowers. I fall on grass.
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Morning Bobby my bro!
Interesting quote that, in Tauranga I think it is on 15th avenue there are grapefruit trees planted on the verge, dropping fruit like you would not believe.
Very little is collected by the citizens.
On the other hand an overhanging feijoa tree will attract multiple scavengers.
I guess as in life, sweet will always attract before acidic.
oops.. afternoon it is...
Lose track of time when flat out.
Fallen and un-claimed citrus is not something Southlanders want to hear about Lofty! It's not something you would ever experience down here - cast-aside swedes, yes, lemons, grapefruit, oranges and limes, never!
I'm developing a 'plant hedgerows across the Southland Plains' programme, looking to the future and the sustainability of the communities down here. We have great soil, excellent conditions for fruit, nut and berry production and oodles of land - establishing foragable hedgerows would be a cinch, were it not for farmers and councils. Once I've got those on board however, it'll be full steam ahead. I began my campaign in the latest NZ Gardener mag (for which I write), encouraging farmers to grow hebe on their farms, up and down their driveways and around their houses, for the sake of the disappearing pollinating insects. There is much to do and so little time.
'flat out' meaning 'asleep'?
Some things never change Lofty! People probably think your name refers to your height, but everyone in the family remembers the 48 hours you and Gwyneth spent together in the old loft - 'flat out', eh Loft!
Good times.
Do you know the origin of the quote?
In this part of the country, the council now approves the planting of fruit and nut trees on public land.
:)
Unfortunately not the funding of. The stadium hangs around the necks of several generations. :(
Isn't hedgerow a great word. Probably in JOhn Keats 'Ode to Autumn' somewhere.
Fred - the John Tavener (seems he's a composer with a Christian bent) came from a small book I have called 'The Little Green Book' by Cherry Denman.
My favourite from the book is:
What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine, the curious peach;
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass
Ensnared with flowers. I fall on grass.
Andrew Marvell
The Garden
@Bobby re Gwyneth....heh.
Sorry Bob I am feeling a fair bit off colour today and cannot raise the steam to enter into the normal stunning reparte.
Cheers
Get well soon Lofty!
(Can't afford to lose another family member!)
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