... close to 100 years ago my little sister, who married a Navy sailor, was living in Darwin. She was a bit homesick and we missed her, so Mr Brown & I went avisiting, for xmas.
For those who don't know, late December is absolutely the very worst time in the world to visit Darwin.
Anyway, we were intrigued by local government advertisements on the television beseeching one and all not to be backyard breeders. No, this was not a campaign to stop puppy mills, nor was it a plea for the locals to keep their sex lives indoors. Don't be a Backyard Breeder was a call to Darwinites to remove all stagnant water from their gardens, so mosquitoes couldn't breed.
It's truly amazing where water will hide, and only a little is required for the dreaded mosquito to lay her eggs. This Camellia leaf pool is sufficient.Mr Brown & I regularly empty out water that's pooled all over the shop. From now on I'll be giving the Fried Egg Camellia a good shaking too.
Tuesday, March 16
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
Very grateful that they didn't mean having sex in the back yard.
You don't want to know what we did on Summer Solstice in the back yard. Maybe you do. Not talking.
Goodness! Even in such a tiny space!
They warn us here about larger items which can hold water and of those things we are quite careful.
I hate mosquitoes. We were amazed when we traveled to Seattle to find none.
E,exactly, if folk want to have sex in their backyards, that's not the business of a local authority :)
Cookie, shhhh, don't tell & I won't ask. I wave to the moon on the solstice! So dull & straight-laced, also, the backyard is still mostly concrete!
Lee, I'd move to Seattle in a nanosecond only I think the near-constant rain may get me down.
God I'm old!
S, you will ALWAYS be 6 years younger than me, if it helps!
Post a Comment