Story telling from Australia
I went searching for plants recently, following a garden disaster I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about yet. I needed a lot of plants, so I visited a garden centre, where I received great advice:
I expected to find plants – no surprises there – but what I didn’t expect to find in a garden centre built next to the thundering M2 motorway in the heart of North Sydney was this:
There were lizards everywhere, happily roaming amongst the plants and rockeries.
Look closely and you’ll see three in the shot above, including a little guy sunning himself on the leading edge of metal.
They weren’t confined to the area where plants were grown either, they also made themselves at home in the restaurant.
And they weren’t always that small.
Some people might have been alarmed but I’m always relieved to find evidence that we share our cities with a host of wildlife.
Some of it is much smaller. I whipped out my phone at Orange Grove Market the other week when I spotted this little chap sheltering in a clutch of bananas.
The owner of the stall carefully tucked him into a container and promised to take home to release near his pond.
Of course, if he’d had eight hairy legs instead of four webbed feet it might have been a different story.