Walking (again - that makes 3 times in the past week! I'll be Giselle thin by Christmas...) around the neighbourhood and I start to notice similar yet expensively finished houses. And then I am awe struck by one particular house. It is gorgeous and has turrets (which ironically fit into the mode of the hood...). And beside all of the Victorian finishes there is a 12 foot PLANT with a diameter of about 20 feet. It was massive! One of the fronds / rain catcher leaves was the size of my Micra. Scary. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't on some spontaneous reality TV game show.
This man plant scared me. And as I walked up the hill I noticed more of their kind lurking at turret peaks and edging up the side of clearly coloured Victorian mansions (surrey - who knew). And there were no cars or people around. Which immediately made me think of that horror movie form the 80s with the spiders. But the lawns looked too well manicured for the arachnoids to have taken over.
I will post a picture of these huge dinosaur proportioned plants. They are evil.... look like they dine on small children for breakfast. Perhaps I should sent a picture of them to Robert Munsch - then he could write a story about me! Or maybe the kids as having a 30 something mommy scared of plants is a bit wimpy.
On a similar note the petunias are behaving as though they have leporosy. How come spell check doesn't recognise biblical diseases? One touch an a stem of flowers falls off. And on one I saw a coating of baby worms. Ewwww. Time to bring out the blow torch.