First can I just say how comical I find the Melbournian vernacular term for that bit of land between the footpath and the road. ‘Nature strip’ is just the dumbest name, particularly here in Melbourne during summer when they generally turn into forlorn dust bowls largely devoid of anything that could reasonably be called ‘nature’. Continue reading “the ‘nature strip’”
I spent a couple of hours earlier this week getting shredded in the marionberry thicket in the back garden. Continue reading “tart but sweet”
It’s been a while since my last entry and as a recent visitor observed, the garden has been going sick. Continue reading “greatest hits of summer”
In autumn I sowed a packet of Matucana sweet peas – a highly perfumed old fashioned variety bred in the 1920s. Continue reading “heirloom sweet peas”
The roses in our garden are blooming abundantly, oblivious to the horrifying events taking place on the world stage. Continue reading “still life”
In a garden the size of ours I probably can’t justify too many plants that flower only once a year for a few weeks. Unless it is as severely romantic as charles de mills, a gallica rose more than two centuries old. Continue reading “an old rose”
The blossom on our small bechtel crab apple is going off right now, turning the little tree into a frothy pink and white mass. Continue reading “Fairy Tree”
I’m a sucker for green flowers. Continue reading “Green on green”
Some of the earliest blossoms in the garden appear on the little quince tree we planted two winters ago. Continue reading “Queenly blossom”
Tulips are one of the nicest things about the end of winter. Continue reading “spring frivolity”