The old tea rose Mrs BR Cant is 2m high, 5m wide, evergreen, fragrant and delightful surrounded by grasses, some with seed heads the same colour as her flowers. All I need now are few choice perennials and I am done. Or would be if the bush fire regulations allowed it. (I consider myself lucky, Hans Heysen lost trees to his local council…)
And then this lovely thing. I daydream it’s some rare native lily and imagine a great drift alongside some other thing chosen to pick up the exquisite colour of that dark purple-brown stain at the base of the petals. I’m keeping it. I just need to figure out how and when to move it to The Riot. (There’s a small clump so I can cautiously test with a little bit first.)
Weeding is slow work.