Weekend beehive inspection from an Indian lady in the cool wintry rain that has blown in at t'end o'week
Mixing up my fruit platter appetiser with some sliced pear
Internal bruising on the flesh as it over-ripens, but dripping with juice
Get the main event on the go with the snagalicious porkies parade
Getting cold so I pulled the BBQ in a bit and put a footstool at her disposal
Hefty plates for a lass.
We were lost in conversation and I burnt the snags. Rookie error.
She bravely took on 2 burnt snags before politely exiting before her Suzuki Swift turned into a pumpkin
I was left holding my hose in one hand and my consolation prize of a potted plant house gift in the other.
She was born in Fiji, as are many Indian immigrants round these parts, so the plant was a Fiji Fire aka Metrosideros Collina. So named since it sprouts new leaves throughout the year once it gets its mojo on and they are bright red before subsiding into their normal dark green, so I am looking forward to seeing this festive foliatory fandango unfold, unless I have been given a dud that just stays green all the time.