Smokebush Grace (Cotinus coggygria 'Grace') leaves get Best on Ground today - the heavy saturation crimson leaves backlit over the past few months give an almost Andy Warhol effect, here in their last days before winter they adopt reptilian markings (but of course, lose a bit squished in the scannner)
Seven sleeps to winter, eight sleeps until we hear what this hitch-hiker in my head is.
More interesting still will be the treatment - whether we use a spray of Baygon in right ear, open lid and lob in a mini Molotov cocktail or shove a needle up my nose and into its arse. Being Australians, we'd have to find some strain of bio control we can employ (which would then set about destroying more than little Pol ever could or would) - microscopic cane toads?
Apparently there are many tests being done by many people on the gob extracted, Wednesday week we find out what new twist to the tale they come up with.
... It's nice to know what it isn't.
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