The earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
This week we took a trip to one of our local nurseries. We needed to replace an old standard rose bush that had decided to curl up its toes. And buy a grape vine. Because it’s early Spring here, it was a veritable feast of colours and blossoms. An exquisite magnolia tree was proudly showing off its dinner plate size flowers.
Flowers are happy things. (P. G. Wodehouse)
The nursery is nestled in a hillside on the outskirts of the Adelaide Hills. Well established, it has been there as long as I can remember. Trust me, that’s a loooong time! Camellia season is in full bloom. They always have a display of the flowers nested in wet moss set up in a pergola. These are just a few on show. On the right is a photo of the hillside on the edge of the nursery. I expect it was originally planted by the owners. Now it is a rambling mass of wild roses and other plants. This time of the year it looks glorious.
I named all my children after flowers. There’s Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Meanwhile, back at home this is what we have to look forward to. Our ornamental mulberry pergola , bare branched at the moment, is just on the brink of budding. The roses, newly pruned are already birthing new leaves. Our newest standards are all showing signs of life. The bearded irises are shyly putting out heads of new flowers. The ornate, multi-flowered Peruvian lily has outdone itself with even more flowers to look forward to this season.
“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.” Heinrich Heine
“I have a very simple arrangement with my plants:
I give them love and they give me flowers.” (Joseph Rain)
The Japanese lime tree (yuzu) has decided to bless us with some fruit. It’s having a lean year of fruiting. On the other hand, in front of my office window, the trailing lotus is brimming with flowers. I often see little honey eaters clinging to its tendrils as they sip the nectar. The stone fruit trees in the orchard are flowering, promising an abundance of nectarines, peaches and apricots.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down. (Ethel Waters)
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. (Claude Monet)
Our apricot tree is ahead of its cousins, promising a feast for us and the birds. Its branches will be heavy laden again, needing to be propped up. The native warrigal spinach (overflowing the edges of the planter box) grows strongly this time of the year.
“Love and let flowers of peace bloom in your heart.” (Debasish Mrdiha)
“I believe that flowers are like people. Flowers come in different colours, shapes and sizes.
Some extremely rare and some very common. They are all beautiful in their own unique way.” (Alex Haditaghi)
© Raili Tanska