One of my most beloved friends lives, quite coincidentally, on the same street where my Dad grew up in North Perth. It was wonderful to be able to see her for the second time in a year, and I spent a delightful afternoon lunching and then walking, checking out the gardens, and revisiting Grandpa’s house. Sadly it’s been a rental for many years and is looking rather the worse for wear.
I’m afraid L will tell me one day it’s been bowled over a ginormous monstrosity. I have to confess that I don’t particularly remember the roses. I remember the common red and yellow lantana, so I suspect that these are later plantings. When I see my uncle this week, I’ll ask him.
The most interesting rose we saw was, unfortunately, the furtherest away so the photos aren’t as close as I would have liked without clambering over the front fence. I’ve never seem a rose with three different blooms on the same bush. One was plain dark red, one was red striped with yellow while the other was red striped with white.
This rose, or more accurately, the red and yellow striped one, rings bells. I beleive it might be Abracadabra, which has a bit of a reputation for instability. It is a sport itself, and this bush shows it being in two minds. I may have to acquire one!
Lots of other lovely plants in bloom too, which would never survive Canberrans frosts. Especially enjoying the heavenly blue purple of the jacaranda, and the wide variety of hibiscus.
I haven’t been home for three years, so I was we’ll and truly over due for drinking in my first sight of the Swan River last night for the headland at Heathcote. So beautiful. So lucky to grow up where we did.