ridge of Mt.Lofty at an elevation of 675m. Exposed
to all the winds that blow, they are chosen for scent,
beauty and hardiness. Photographed yesterday
for your delectation.
A rose of yester-year whose scent delights me
but whose name escaped the confines of my mind
Philadelphus, a drift of perfumed white 15' high
No, this is not a rose but a hawthorn:
Crataegus laevigata 'Punicea Flore Plena'
Another old climber with a totally different scent
This is one of my treasures, grown from a sucker
of one of our roses from our Melbourne days more
than 40 years ago. It was used as a root stock about
a hundred years ago and no rosarian has as yet been
able to identify it. It has large terminal bracts of tiny
white flowers exuding a tantaling scent and hardly
'Anna Pavlova' named for the Russian ballerina,
the fowers are rather rare, as was the dancer,
but are on long single stems with perfect pointed
buds as were her toes. The scent is to die for!
This plant glories in the common name of
'Kiss-me-quick!' How could one not give it
space in the garden?
To visit flowers galore, click on the logo at right.
My thanks to Luiz and Denise for hosting this
magical flower show.