Yes, not being properly anchored the first time it was installed, it fell over in the high winds of a storm last year. Luckily, the wiring was tough enough to hold it at a 45° angle so it didn’t hit the ground. I mixed 4 tubes of WeldBond to re-anchor the baseplate, found some huge washers for the bolts, and now I’m just hoping.
You can smirk, but many a true word is spoken in jest, my man. At university many moons ago I studied palaeobotany, and one of the plants I focused on was Gingko jurassica which I found in Jurassic deposits (around 200 million years old) on the Yorkshire coast. The fossils showed that Gingko has changed very little in all that time. Our tutor (the most eminent man in his field at the time!) reckoned that there was a good chance that G. jurassica and G. biloba were so closely related that they may even have been able to hybridise had they existed contemporaneously. Ceolacanth, eat your heart out!
Ooh, those leaves are pretty. We don’t have a huge fall display here in Santa Barbara. Instead we have purple flowers everywhere in June, like purple snow. You can thank the Jacaranda trees for that.
Here’s my chance to ask a question that has been plaguing me for years . . . do you find that jacaranda blooms smell just horrible – like cat pee – after they’ve dropped?
Several homes near here have more than one of them. The blooms cover everything like purple snow, then proceed to stink abysmally. I mean, they reek. You can smell it half a block away. At least, I can.
I’ve never been able to figure out if it’s the rotting blooms, or if neighborhood cats are drawn to the area, spraying like crazy.
Huh. You should be so lucky! Any Jacaranda planted in Bude would end up ten miles inland in no time. They were lovely in Cyprus though. I also thought I had a lovely bougainvillea in my porch, 'til I saw them going beserk in the streets there:
Many the bougainvillea I’ve seen here, but none that went berserk in the streets.
Although, I did plant some mint once in Maryland that sent runners under the edging I’d placed to contain it, under the sidewalk, and under the street, where it popped up in cracks in the road surface. One spring, after a few years of stealth creeping, it began appearing in massive quantities in lawns all up and down the road. I moved before anyone could figure out where the stuff had come from.
It’s amazing how mint runs riot in all the places you don’t want it - except when you want just a little bit for your mint sauce in late January. Not a bloody sprig in sight then, is there!