Last night's dinner

Before - Looking good

After - Yummy

Ah! Frangipani!

As I walk along Railway Parade I pass under two or three frangipani (Plumeria). Native to Central and South America – at least the northern countries thereof – frangipani has a strong and beautiful scent. For me, it’s one of the key signs of summer in Sydney. 

Wikipedia states:

Frangipani (Plumeria)

The genus “Plumeria” is named in honour of the seventeenth-century French botanist, Charles Plumier, who travelled to the New World documenting many plant and animal species. The common name “Frangipani” comes from an Italian noble family, a sixteenth-century marquess who invented a plumeria-scented perfume.

Frangipani is related to the oleander family. We mainly see white ones (pictured) but there are also pink and pink and yellow plants to be found.

If you want to propagate it, you simply cut off a piece 300 millimetres long and leave it on the ground in the sun for two or three weeks, preferably in winter. This allows the sap to dry out before planting in potting mix. It will take root within weeks.

Sometimes I collect a few fallen flowers, carry them carefully home because they bruise easily and place them on our bathroom windowsill. Althouth they only last a few days, the fragrance is wonderful.

Putting the right foot forward or starting out...

After reading a recent post by CompostWoman, I decided to get back into writing, or, perhaps I should say, start writing! So I was thinking about blogging as I set out on my morning walk.

 Firstly, I took a picture of the garden bed that’s sprung up in the Brenan Street verge, at the bottom of the Housing Commission and close to the bridge over White’s Creek. It’s only been there a few weeks, but already the plants are up and thriving. Must be the fresh soil and constant watering.

Next, I noticed the flow of the tide. The water was flowing quite fast up White’s Creek, under the bridge. When I get to the park and cross Johnston’s Creek a few minutes later, the flow is much slower, but not because the tide is slowing.

My walk is, as almost always, from our home in White Street, along the streets to the harbourside park. The goal is the second of two enormous Moreton Bay figs that mark the end of Glebe Point Road. So, my walk each morning (or nearly every day) takes in three suburbs – Lilyfield, Annandale and Glebe.