I was thinking seriously about hanging up the secateurs for winter and laying in a few weeks' supply of DVDs when our silk tree kicked the bucket.
It was on the cards - like numerous other silk trees in our area, it had developed that incurable and fatal fungal disease that attacks albizia and was beginning to look as though euthanasia would be a good option.
The Partner euthanised it with his chainsaw while I whimpered - I still remember the first silk tree I ever saw (on the corner of Hargreaves St and College Hill in Auckland) and my absolute delight over its glorious blooms. I quickly consulted the gardening editor at Next Magazine, where I was working at the time, and she identified it immediately. A couple of years later I got one of my own.
I suppose it's done well to have lasted 10 years, but its death not only left a serious gap outside the bedroom window and in my heart, but also wrecked my idea of a few weeks of hibernation.
First, I had to collect the seed pods and save the seeds so I could have a go at growing seedlings. I've never been a seed-saver so this will be a learning curve - watch this space.