A Letter To Oxalis, A Misunderstood Beauty

It’s what happens when you look so pretty, spread so easily and demand so little

Image is author’s

Dearest Oxalis,

Today I met you for the first time, and only now, I wonder why I hadn’t noticed you before.

To be fair, to me, it’s been wet and wild here in the east coast of Australia, wet, wet and more wet.

But I’m not complaining.

I actually love it, maybe because I lived through a horrendous drought where I was convinced everything would die, and rain would never return…and that we might be no more.

Those were scary times when we wondered whether we could afford to wash every day, or use the dual-flush…something Americans once had no idea of (according to the Dixie Chicks!).

Well now, the rains have returned, seemingly never to leave. Bucket loads! And whilst our lawn grew to almost knee-high, and had to be cut twice (it’s winter for heaven’s sake!) the weeds have had a field day, actually lots of field days, truth be told.

There’s fierce competition in the garden right now, weeds standing tall in triumph, but the triumph is not easily won.

We have plants showing through that were never there before, lilies, daffodils, naked ladies…