Wildwood Dreaming ~ Nature Notes

This post is for Ces, my little sister-friend who
inspires me to experience once again the child-like
pleasure of seeing the world a new every day as
though it had just been created for my delectation.



The wild wood is my refuge
there I can dream of spring...

the poplars waking early
telling tales in silky voices on the wind



wild quinces bank along the creek, pale green
their blushing buds displaying



while the humble plum, industrious as ever,
is weighted down with half ripe fruit.



Dogroses on the eastern side are tardy in their flowering
while in the west their sisters smile in foolsome bloom.



The hawthorns have tight button-buds,
just one, a little bolder,
has opened up her sleepy eyes
to greet the warmth of longer days.



Dragonflies or damselflies, whatever they may be,
hover over water

thick with frogspawn as a morning frost
with promises of concerts yet to come.

The watchful unicorn , her pride by day concealing,
yet holds the golden key to all our silent dreaming.

Thank you Ces for the love and friendship you so

generously share and the immense inspiration that you are.

TODAYS FLOWERS ~ 5

The flowers to-day come from our garden on the
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

any thorns.

'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.