In the early days of the garden I thought I'd build a rockery.
Nothing too ambitious - it was a ring of stones about the size of a bathtub.
The ring, that is, not the stones... bathtub sized stones probably would have proved difficult to move, ha ha.
I haunted garden centres collecting unusual succulent plants...
Reds and purples and greens, ones with different shaped and textured leaves...
Once it came together, it looked pretty good.
And it continued to look good through the warm months...
The first frost pretty much killed everything, bar two plants, one of which struggled, and the other which thrived.
The rockery was fast going down the road of no longer being a success...
From rockery to mockery, ha ha.
Some years on, all I have to show for my efforts is a large green lump, punctuated by the occasional stone peeking out from underneath.
This morning I found something new "growing" in it - a rather grumpy old man cockatoo - "I was having some sun time and now you've disturbed me...", ha ha.
All is not lost it seems, ha ha, it may lack the visual appeal of the original plan, but it makes a mighty fine cushion, ha ha.
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