It’s nearly the end of my trip home and I’m glad I did my garden visiting before the temperature got to forty degrees.
I revisited one of the first specialty rose gardens I ever visited in Pinjarra. Unfortunately it was looking a little the worse for wear. Most of the first flush had passed so there aren’t many photos to share.
I travelled to Bridgetown to visit a very old friend (26 years!) who has ten acres, a veritable ark of animals and an emerging garden. She has a predilection for purple so her roses are mostly of that colour and many of the new lilac and lavender shades.
We also went to Forde House, right on the Blackwood River near the bridge. It has a lovely garden and its roses were quite lovely, by virtue of the milder climate in the Bridgetown area.
Happy travels. Back to reality tomorrow, but on the upside I will be reunited with the Iron Paw and my own roses.