The sky is at the top of the garden, between my house and the kowhai tree.
Kowhai has cool leaves.
These flowers are blue. Probably they are bluebells, because that’s the name of a blue kind of flower.
Daffodils fill you with the joy of spring. It’s a known fact.
Like many plants, this one is green. I am not very good at names of plants.
The White Camelia I know, because it was the symbol of the suffragette movement. If more flowers were the symbols of progressive movements, I’d know the names of more flowers. White Camelias bruise easily in the rain, which is not the case with real suffragettes.
Tui considers taking photos of the garden just one of the many perplexing and pointless activities that humans get up to when they are not fulfilling their basic function as ambulatory cushions. Note the piece of garden behind her that I haven’t weeded yet. Actually, don’t note it. Then the illusion that all my garden is ordered and lovely will be complete.