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Here is a photo of a pink flower. I know this for a fact, because after seeing it all over Agadir gardens, asking anyone I knew the name without success and fruitlessly searching my Sister-in-law’s gardening books, I broke a piece off and took it to the garden centre, selected a plant, confirmed with the assistant it was indeed the same plant, I bought it and finally asked its name. The assistant nodded sagely and said ‘la fleur rose’ The Pink Flower. So there you have it. If anyone knows what its called, I’d love to hear from you!
I had it in a large pot on the terrace to start with and while it had loads of flowers it needed cutting back every winter, so about 18 months ago I moved it to my front garden. The foliage has thrived and it now covers the tall wall, although sadly it has had no flowers.. Until this morning, walking down the road I see a beautiful cascade of flowers from my plant. Only trouble is, its on a bit that has grown down the other side of the wall into my neighbour’s garden!
The first flower in MY garden!
A FAVOURITE PLACE
Agadir Beach has changed enormously in the years I’ve been visiting, it used to be all sand dunes and camels. Its still beautiful, particularly at the southern end which is where this photo is, but its different. Lots of cafes, restaurants, sunbeds and a beautiful long corniche (promenade to us Brits).
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Well its more of a mild grumble really, but I thought I’ d start off gently and ease myself into it….
The park where I walk my dogs used to be full (and I mean full) of rubbish. Moroccans have no concept of keeping things tidy and there are no litter bins to speak of. The park gardeners had lost heart and said why? they’ll just leave more tomorrow.
Anyway, about November I decided instead of spoiling my walk by muttering about the trash, I’d keep one little area clean…day by day that little area grew and grew until all of the grassed areas were relatively clear. The gardeners to their credit saw my efforts and joined in, if not exactly enthusiastically, they still did some. Yes, every morning there’s the day before to clear up after, yes people still leave stuff everywhere, some look at me like I’m mad, but its hugely satisfying to see what a difference can be made, with just a little effort. So what’s my gripe?
Blooming gardeners who spend hours and hours raking leaves, twigs and rubbish into piles at regular intervals around the park, and – then leave it there. So the stray dogs and cats rummage through it to see if there’s any food and the wind blows it all over the place, and basically it all has to be done again tomorrow grrrrrr.
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