A bright yellow mass of flowers is taking over the footpath down my street. I half expect that tomorrow I'll walk down there and it will have expanded overnight, taking over the nature strip and moving onto the road.
Ballarat's public spaces are very well kept by the city gardeners. In Sturt Street this evening I spotted a new flower installation with letters. I pondered, is this shortened form of Ballarat? Then pondered some more and realised it is floral representation of the football. They even have the white posts behind the bed. I'm
A perfect pink petal lies on the hard ground, her beauty there for all the world ignore. She made me smile.
Who knew watching an expert florist deftly arranging flowers in a vase could be so engaging? I could have happily sat there for hours and watched Alan Randell Smith making flowers and foliage into artful shapes.
Roses are beautiful but are dreadful, spiky things and require attention in the garden. For this reason I am delighted that my neighbours grow roses on the fence line that I get to enjoy. All care, no responsibility! At the moment they are prolific and gorgeous - clouds of bright white, peach with wobbly edges,
My grandmother was an avid gardener. For most of my life she lived on a five acre block that she transformed from an empty paddock into a wonderful garden. I inherited her plants last year and am loving having indoor plants for the first time. She loved flowers and her camellia has just started to
The unabashed prettiness of pink roses is always a joy to behold. The best ones are terribly thorny and heavenly scent. I'm collecting cuttings of pink roses at the moment for a planned Pompadour bed in my garden, in honour of the arts she commissioned and inspired. In 1757 the Sevres Porcelain factory, of which
My mum is quite the gardener. She's been coaxing things to grow in the hard, clay soil around the house for many years. Not everything does well, but lots of plants thrive. Among the success stories are these ox tongue lilies (Haemanthus Coccineus) which provide a spectacular greeting for visitors in the driveway. At other
The geraniums are oblivious to the world beyond the weather in our backyard. Watered sufficiently they pump out their fluorescent blooms to tempt the passing bees and delight the eyes of weary humans. Grown from a stolen branch, simple and bright, they seem content to be as they are, no more, no less.
A wander around the Adelaide Botanic Gardens, en route to the National Wine Centre, took me past the Lotus Pond. It is a forest of giant green leaves, with the impossibly pretty pink flowers rising tall above. Swaying in the breeze like some strange kind of radio receivers, the spent flower heads face the sun,
