|An old bicycle being overgrown by a vine in the garden at “Shambles”.
This post is a little unusual in that I haven’t written a post about gardening since I first started this blog, but yesterday my Mum took me to see an open garden called “Shambles”. It was filled with heritage roses, orchids, salvias of every kind, blossoming macadamia trees, azaleas, wisteria, black-eyed susan vines, miniature camellias, so many gorgeous blossoms. Roses are not easy to grow here in the humid climate but up on the mountain range where the humidity is less roses are more likely to thrive and even the wisteria will blossom!
A selection of rose blossoms from the extensive garden at “Shambles”.
A garden nymph.
The most beautiful part of roses for me is their scent. They could be the most beautiful coloured blossom, but without a scent, I just don’t care! The garden at “Shambles” reminded me so much of my old garden at our cottage in Katoomba in the Blue Mountains. My roses there were the sweetest smelling, and they were complimented by the dozens of lavender growing amongst them. I did feel a touch of longing for my old garden I am afraid to say. I kept expecting my old friend Mary Cat to jump out at any moment like she used to. Sigh…
At the back of the garden was an old shed, filled with old bottles, a typewriter, Singer sewing machine and other vintage wares.
More of the wonderful heritage roses.
One of the many beautiful (and flowering!) orchids in the garden.
An old lamp in the back garden shed.
I love this quote, “Procrastination is the thief of time” because I am one of the great procrastinators and I am always complaining that I don’t have enough time. I am my own worst enemy of course!