Gran went on an outing today.

As Mrs PP chauffeured Gran through the countryside, Gran spied some palm trees.

“Palms. I hate palms.” Gran hissed.

“OK.” said Mrs PP. “Why don’t you like palms?”

“They’re prickly. And you’ve gone and planted two palms outside of my house! I much preferred the lovely bushes that were there before.”

“Those palms have been there for two years Mum.”

“Well, I don’t know why you didn’t leave the bushes that were there.”

This conversation apparently required confirmation from myself as I poked my head up from digging in the vege garden as they arrived home.

” . . . and how long have those palms been out the front?” asked Mrs PP as Gran rolled up the ramp to the house.

“Two years.” I replied. “Why is that?”

“Grans just noticed them.”

Just another funny thing that occurs from time to time in our household. The lovely bushes that were there previously have been gone since last September and consisted of fully matured and seeding cabbages, seeding celery and fat hen. They must have done a good job of camouflaging the two butia palms (Jelly Palms) planted in the front garden bed shortly after we moved into the house.

And our brilliantly white bird bath with a Unicorn stuck in the middle of it rearing up on its hind legs stuck between the two palms must have distracted the eyes somewhat.

I think Mrs PP was a little bit disappointed that her mum has thus far completely missed the fact that we’ve also removed a thick bed of geraniums and native iris on the other side of the path in order to plant three hydrangeas. They are what was originally in that spot when the house was first built. A nod to the 1930’s.

Perhaps we’ll give it two years for feedback.