It’s spring and there’s been a procession of plants leaving my garden for fresh fields as it happens every year. I am addicted to propagation and often run out of room as new plants outgrow my tiny plot.
Yesterday I went to visit some of these youngsters in their new home. My friends Di and Baz live around the corner from me and they’re usually offered first pick of the fledglings.
This azalea, Kalimna Pearl was one of the first to go to them, years ago. Its rose-like buds and faint fragrance attracted me immediately but as I focused on collecting edibles, I decided to give it to my good friends whose ornamental garden is one of the best in our suburb.
This Frangipani is still to sprout leaves after its winter dormancy. It was just a foot long when I gave it to Di. It sits on the roof of their garage.
This fig, a Black Genoa was a twig when it left my place but last year it gave fifty fruit.
This Clivia self seeds and would grow in drought and shade. If you pull one out of the ground and not replant it for months it would lie on its side, bare rooted and still flower.
Of course the traffic goes both ways. Some of these succulents came from Di’s garden to me recently and all my abutilons, pink, white and orange ones came from her. There’s been too much traffic to record and some of the plants have travelled back and forth between our homes as we moved.