This is from my perspective, because it's my article. I'm the type of gardener who just enjoys flowers. As long as there are flowers each day of the year, I'm happy.
I like also the knowledge that I have helped nurture them from seed to flowering.
Our plants generally have flaws. The leaf is nibbled; a flower feasted on by some small nocturnal creature, but hey, this is O.K.
Because I'm slow at learning this camera, and still reluctant to say too much, I tend to think I trip over my tongue; this really will be a graphic article of some flowers which happen to have been in front of me.
I grew up in north east Victoria, on an orchard; thinking flowers were a waste of time and space. Flowers were for the very rich and well - to - do. Isn't it funny the memories one retains from childhood?
A third generation citrus orchard, which survived the depression and served several families as income.
Growing up my only contact with flowers was from my crazy auntie, my parents description; not mine. I adored her self possessed aloofness.
She had staff and a very large house with charming gardens in town. Filled with ever changing vistas and the latest plants from overseas which she imported with great delight. For the first two years of high school, I lived with her during the week. With her, I think my love of gardens began, along with the ability to read books banned at home. My parents were strict Seventh Day Adventists.
At Aunties, I learnt the joy of freedom of thought and the love of great beauty.
When the bus route was extended to pass our orchard, I had to move back to the austerity of family living; Aunties way of life became a dream, to be attained.
It wasn't till I went to college, that I left home to discover the world was not as it was painted when I was growing up.
Auntie was the norm, as were flower gardens. So I began my quest to be as normal as possible! Negating my brainwashed childhood!
After I married, and travelled about with Gary, visiting the gardens of his friends; who by now were my friends too, I learnt that gardens come in all shapes and forms. And beauty is not limited to any one style.
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