Sunday, 22 March 2020

Ghastly Limerick

I'm probably going to get roasted over this post, but who cares in the midst of the Caronavirus epidemic? Have some grotesque fun at my expense. Because of the long and severe Australian drought in 2019, all the plants in our garden, where they've survived, are struggling to keep up with normal schedules. One example is our Dahlias. They're running about two months late having just sprung into life.

Their appearance reminded me of well-known down-under Limerick, which is remarkably true in some ways. Here goes:

There was a young man from Australia
Who painted his RS (!) like a dahlia
The colour was fine
Likewise the design
The aroma ah that was a failure.

Well have a look at some of our dahlias:






























There's nothing wrong, as far as I can see, with the colour or design ... although perhaps the yellow version looks a little moth-eaten.

Alas, the aroma was a complete failure. I couldn't smell any scent coming from the flowers! Perhaps that's my fault and not the plants'. After all, I have a bit of a head-cold.

No! Don't jump to conclusions! I do not have a dose of COVID-19. That dreaded disease has yet to appear in our region and hopefully things will stay that way.

Fortunately, we live at high altitude and no ocean liners dock at our door to discharge dozens of infected people. Nor do we have an international airport similarly unloading dozens of international travelers from who knows where, maybe South Korea, Iran, Italy, or the USA. We also spend 95% of our time 50 m or more from other humans.

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1 comment:

Laura said...

Hi, Beautiful dahlias!