Along the coast

Posted on 17 Sep, 2009 6 comments

Well, we all know about genes, those little things we inherit from our parents. Both hubby and I have got garden genes, not that we are experts, but we both love digging in the dirt, planting, caring, watering etc. Our two daughters have inherited these genes from us, both are keen gardeners and simply adore plants.
I have posted many pictures of the garden of my eldest daughter, but I tell you a bit about the garden of the youngest one.
She lives in an appartment, 3 streets away from the beach, often hauling winds and blasting sandstorms, but at the moment spring is in the air. She is surrounded by lovely gardens and hers has mostly natives, like bottle brushes and grevillea’s. Her bed is under the window and in the morning she gets awoken by the little birds which are for ever chitchatting in the large shrub under her window. What a pleasant way to get woken up. She gently opens the blinds not to frighten them away and looks at them for a while.
From her livingroom she can see them again on other shrubs when she sits on her sofa. At the back is her office and it is sometimes hard to stay put to the computer, when these little darlings just flutter and chatter en chuckle outside.
In the front is the carport, hidden behind some more native shrubs and trees and a few steps with borders of flowers and of course weeds, lol. When I was visiting her two weeks ago I did some weeding for her and I also borrowed my other daughter’s lawnmower and mowed the verge. There are no pavements there, just green verges, which of course need to be kept short. Shire’s orders! So I did my bit to earn my cooked dinner that day, lol.
When I get there next I will take some pictures. Oh, and then outside behind the office and kitchen is a patio, covered with a few potplants and a vine, which grows over the lattice work, which hides the clothesline near the laundry door.
Just like my other daughter she knows exactly the deserted houses, which have lovely roses growing, so she just pinches them. The two other units behind her also have nobody, one has an older couple, but it is there summer place and they are only there occasionally. So their roses get picked before they go to wilt and end up in my daughter’s vases. Some are really ancient and have a beautiful thick sweet perfume.
Well, now you know what happens in their gardens and here are some pics she send me the other day. The bird is a wattle bird.

Comments

Louise1

What is that shrub though Marguerite ?
It has spines for leaves/branches, is that its orange pom-pom looking flower ?

17 Sep, 2009

Madperth

How sweet! Lovely pics Marguerite!

17 Sep, 2009

Marguerite

Thanks for your comment ladies. The shrub is a Grevillea, you can't see the flower too well as you are looking at the end of it. It is not a pom pom like thing but a long thing with tentacles. Of course everyone knows the geraniums, which are taking off there like weeds.

23 Sep, 2009

Louise1

Ah, thanks Marguerite :)

23 Sep, 2009