In it's previous (less exciting) life the school was a house.
With a beautiful garden. Really beautiful. The main classroom has floor to ceiling windows on two sides and we look out on a mass of flowers and flowering shrubs. Beautiful. Very calming. Well for me anyway. My class of rambunctious 6 year old boys don't seem quite as affected....
Anyway, being that it's (finally) Spring here at the moment the beautiful garden is being taken over by opportunistic weeds.
My boss and I were looking over the garden earlier this week talking about the problem. She thought it was a lot worse than I did though- both because she thought the not-yet-flowering shasta daisies were weeds and because she's a city person who doesn't really enjoy gardening- even the fun non-weeding bits.
The garden has self seeded itself into an almost wildflower state. There are really pretty blooms popping up in the oddest nooks and crannies and taking over the entire (unused) back yard.
I had itchy fingers just looking at all those seedlings (hardy, flowering, self-propagating, prolific- perfect!) and suggested a deal: I would weed the garden and in return I could take some (out of the way- barely noticed) seedlings home.
Being the nice person she is the boss told me to just take what I wanted and not worry about the weeding. But that's not right. That feels like pilfering. Worse, I'd feel like I had to hold back. Only take a little weak looking seedling from the gravelled area (on the pretext that I was giving it a better life and all). And I wanted to be florally greedy.
So, today I headed down to work in my gardening gear and to the background music of rousing calisthenics at Amy's kinder across the road I did some weeding:
There's nothing in that picture to show scale but it's big. I had to put the back seats down in the Wagon R to get it in the boot. And it was a complete pig of a thing to get in the car. The cute tied up thing it's got going on? No, not because I'm going native but because I couldn't pick it up to walk it to the car so I tied it up so I could drag it. Then I had to heave it into the car. That's why when I got home it got no further than the carpark. Opened the boot, gave it a shove and enjoyed the satisfying thud it made as it landed on the ground. Phew....
And what did I feel I'd earnt in return?
I'm not sure but I *think* these are called granny's bonnets.
No idea of a name on this one but it is very delicate and pretty.
And when they're open these little star shaped flowers are really dainty and sweet. I didn't take any pictures but I also liberated a dozen or so deep purple violas that were growing in the carpark (right where people park- that's not pilfering it's rescuing!).
All in all I'd say that's a deal the boss and I are both going to be happy with.
And no-one is as happy as the shasta daisies!