Doing a happy dance.....

Oh my goodness.....I'm doing my happy dance today!!

It's a small thing but a big thing, if you know what I mean.

A bit of background to bring you up to speed, so you can understand why this 'small thing' is such a 'BIG THING' for me.

As mentioned in my earlier post (my only post so far), we live on approximately 1 acre of land and it is all garden, apart from the dwellings of which there are a few, predominately our house, a three bedroom cottage with huge potential to be something quite awesome, if we ever get around to it, a large seven car workshop which also contains a small garden studio for guests (completely rebuilt by us) and a hothouse, a double garage which stores the ride on mower and garden tools etc and lastly a one bedroom self contained cottage with it's own gardens and decking (my mother-in-law, the Nana lives here with her pesky pooch Honeymeads).

Now.....sometime ago 'The Nana', who is 86 decided she was going to help in our overgrown garden by looking after the fence line nearest the driveway, all good says my husband (the Tones) she can't do any harm along there. Pffhaha...who says she can't do any harm, I bet she can says I. Alas, I was being a smart arse and not actually expecting her to be able to do any harm either except...........she did do harm, she did so much harm that I actually cried real tears. To say I over reacted with my tears was probably fair in hindsight but at the time I was devastated and just thinking about it now really pisses me off and makes me want to stamp my feet and make hideous bawling noises. NOOOOOOOOO was my cry. She's only gone and cut my 60 odd year old passionfruit off at it's knees, I couldn't believe it, the vine had been prolific over the past few years. It was a joy to behold, it was so huge and the pine trees of the shelter belt carried it well, it was safe to produce gorgeous passionfruit to fill the whole town, it was reduced to a stump! WTF I cried at the Tones, why did she do it? The poor guy, as if he could've known, as if he could've prevented it happening, I was completely irrational in my distress, I do admit that. I marched into her house and asked her straight out...'What did the passionfruit do to you?' 'Oh oh, I did kill it didn't I? I didn't mean to.' Well of course she didn't mean to, I knew that much, she just went crazy with the clippers, I got that, but it still pissed me off for days, weeks afterwards.

 

This is the dead bits of the vine that I couldn't reach to get down from the shelter belt, makes me want to sookie-la-la every time I look at it.

Another view of the 'broken' vine above the banana palms....sniff sniff

My precious 60 odd year old passionfruit vine, look how thick that 'trunk' is, not that it is a trunk but you know, clearly it's old to have a trunk like that!

However, doing my happy dance now, because after months of me checking it and checking it, willing it back into life, planting replacement vines in other areas of the garden only for them to die, the Tones telling me to 'get over it', it has reshooted, RESHOOTED, yipee, yahoo, whoo hoo, I am a happy little camper now. Doin' the dance, I am SO doing the dance I've driven them mad over the last 24 hours, so so happy. My plant, my favourite flavour in the world with the most beautiful flower is living on.....come next summer, 

I WILL HAVE PASSIONFRUIT again.

Ta Da!.....woo woo, I'm dancing, I'm dancing.

Hmmmmm, I can taste passionfruit flummery or passionfruit icecream or yoghurt or cake or something, anything.....maybe a sweet sauce for pouring over icecream - now I'm talking!

Oh my lord, I think I'll just eat it straight from the vine!

Yep, straight from the vine.

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