There’s a single stand of painted bamboo on the fringe of the moso grove. It doesn’t like the frosts and acidic loam. Consequently – unlike moso – it struggles here. A clumping bamboo of the tropical sort, I wouldn’t bother with it at all, except that this is a strain that has particularly good colour. Deserves a better home than I can give it.
The bower bird has reinforced his sixties “pad” on my footpath after a neighbour stepped on it. He’s also added any number of blue pegs, blue ribbons, blue plastic, blue ballpoints. And now a large blue lid, in which he has artistically deposited a pen-cap (guess what colour). That was after I took the photo below.
If you’re wondering what bower birds used for decoration before the arrival of Europeans, the answer would seem to be objects of a bleached or drab yellow appearance. Weathered snail shells, pale yellow flowers, faded leaves can still be seen amongst the bright blue plastic of the modern bower. My guy’s a crypto-traditionalist.