NaBloPoMo: one post every day throughout November

We’re taking Auntie Rosy on a walk around the Botanic Gardens when she points at something and beckons.

‘I’ve got this in my garden,’ she says, ‘come over here.’

I’ve seen the garden of her little Malaysian front porch. It’s tiny. Still, I dutifully trudge across the woodchip mulch towards her, looking out for ants or worse. When I get to her she is muttering: ‘serai, serai, serai.’

‘Look,’ she says, ‘lemongrass.’ And sure enough, on a little plaque by the spiky, rushy plant, it says: Lemongrass (Cymbopogon citratus) Serai.

Other words of wisdom from today: i) The man who walked past us earlier in the gardens, bare-chested, ‘had breasts’  ii) Standing with your knees bent and swinging your arms gently up and down was Mao Tse Tung’s way of keeping young.