F cut back half the blood red Cape Daisy plant a couple of weeks ago. Something about the smell dragged me in and I spent ages rubbing my face in bits that remained hanging over the edge of the pot. F thought it funny and weird, and watched long enough to make sure I wasn't eating it. Eat it? Why would I do that? I just felt compelled to rub my face in it.
At the same time F noticed a weed growing out of the pot but as there were insects circling its tiny white flowers she left it there; flowering outside the balcony rail. The Osteospermum (Dave Northsider taught us that name for Cape Daisies) didn't handle well having bits chopped back and this morning F had to clean up some crispy dead bits. After she had finished I again felt the compulsion to climb into the pot with the plant.
Than all became clear.... it's the weed, WEED, WEEEEEEED YEAH!
I want to roll in it. I want to dance iin it. I want to eat it all but I can't reach it outside the balcony railings.
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| Weed, Glorious Weed,... |
Oh Nepeta cataria - loved by all (felines that is).
ReplyDeleteDid you have it growing somewhere before or has some seed blown in on the wind?
Whatever- it’s going to tease you. Maybe F would clip a little bit as a treat for you
We used to grow nepeta with purple flowers and silver grey leaves in my English garden. F had to peg a hanging basket frame upsidedown over it to stop me fighting it to a nothing. This stuff is catnip to the power of 10. Even F says it smells minty. I LOOOOVE it.
DeleteI love weeds, so this means I love you, but you might be meaning WEED not weed, and you do look like you are having a cat nip nap! make that a WEED nap... love the photo. I
ReplyDeleteNot sure if the comment went through, it did a poof. Lost my train of thought. hate when that happens.
ReplyDeleteHope it did, i thought it was great. something about WEED and weed and a cat that looks like he is having a cat nip nap, or maybe a WEED nap. the flower is so pretty and I have been guilty of repotting weeds and letting them grow. I pulled the weed from a neighbors yard. tell F the part in the beginning of the declaration of independence that says domestic tranquility is a lot of hooo haaa because there is no such thing. if there is more than ONE human involved it is nearly impossible to have. Certainly not NOW in the chaos we live in
That sounds like Mr B's sister. Mr B reckons she could start an argument in an empty room. There is possibly a PhD thesis in cultural identity in this concept of domestic tranquility - how new world counties like US and NZ compare with old world countries with fairly monocultural populations. What connects us vs what sets us apart....
DeleteOh my. Must be a relation of cat nip
ReplyDeleteYou look totally blissed out
There are apparently 250 varieties of nepeta (catmint, catnip...)
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteSo F didn't plant the Catnip for you? It just appeared from the heavens like Manna??? You lucky, lucky cat!!! Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
It (it's seed) might have been in the pot when F bought it in the market. I don't care where it came from, every pot on the balcony should have one. Furrings and purrings Mr T
DeleteNo cat nip allowed here. Both of Humphrey's predecessors used to go bananas and bite if they had it. I had enough of being scratched so I'm afraid it's now a banned substance at GBT. Arilx
ReplyDeleteI asked Mittens for a comment but she got consumed with jealousy and is refusing to say anything :)
ReplyDeleteOh gosh Tigger, can I have what you're having?...
ReplyDeleteToodle-oo!
Nobby.
Bruno does that with catnip then when he's spaced out enough he sleeps for a few hours.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy, but don't overdo it, dear feline!
ReplyDeleteF rations it, and I can't reach outside the railings. Botherš¼
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