Garden Rooms worth entering.

An ambient autumn morning and off to Brookfield to enjoy a walk around the garden of Scott and Robbie MacLay. They purchased the 21/2 acres in 2008 and it is truly remarkable to see how much they have done with the sloping block with views of the D'Aguilar Ranges. Robbie and Scott were on hand with a helpful handout and to answer many questions from the visitors. This garden visit was organised by the Friends of Brisbane Botanic Gardens and Sherwood Arboretum. https://fbbgsa.org.au/

I will take you through their country style garden with what they call their "Garden Rooms". My description will be a poor second to seeing and enjoying the garden in situ. 

The parterre garden with neat little clipped hedges is our first stop. To the back masses of pink roses. The Japanese Box and the Murraya paniculata Min Min make the perfect mini maze. 

A little further down the fairy garden complete with wooden toadstools and tinkly butterflies hanging from the tree. Her grandchildren love this space and you can see why, as I am sure it transports them to all kinds of fairy stories. 

At the bottom of the slope is the forested area with a mixture of tropical and temperate species. This is evolving and with the trees growing ever taller it has allowed the introduction of more, Holly, Native Gardenia and Golden Pendas which are so pretty when in flower. 

Then as we head up we stop to admire a tree which is a first for me. A filaria tree, Dwarf Jaboticaba? with very red fruit which clearly is a great favourite for the possums and the birds, and the start of what is called the Red Bed. Plants with strong red colours everywhere, many natives as well. 

On the other side by the tennis court a bed of grass swaying in the wind, their brown tops catching the light and setting off the enormous bronze pot standing on the border's edge to perfection. These bronze and reddish colours continued in the hedge just beyond.  

We walk past a most prolific climber - (forgot to ask what this was) before turning into the rose garden which was awash with roses of all types and colours - so many still in flower which was delightful. 

Further up a rich and varied veggie patch next to the chicken coop and from there into a well established citrus orchard but with some mature olives in there, figs and mulberries. 

From there we walked over the back of the house with some shady seating and lots of orchids attached to a frangipani. The hedging again was varied and immaculately trimmed and I loved this big pot with so many succulents. 

Turning the corner into the house we come to a covered area with lots of very healthy hoyas. Round to the verandah of the house and onto the sun deck with views over the garden and the bush. Many Phalaenopsis orchids are attached to the Golden Cane palms around the swimming pool, some already in flower. 

The garden is well planned and beautifully varied and Robbie and Scott have put a great deal of love and effort into planning it and seeing it evolve over the years. It was a joy to be able to share it with them this morning. 

The Comfort of the Past.

The posting today is a respectful bow to the lives lost this past week, some well known, like Prince Phillip and others who were childhood friends and loved members of their families, Mathieu Raynaud, Evie Lanitis and Georgia Polyviou. Sometimes going back into the past is quite a comforting way to address some of the challenges of the present world. Childhoods which were carefree and happy, with shared paths at the Junior School, solving maths homework, participating in sports days, playing at each other's houses. Lives followed their own individual paths, and sometimes they took us away from one another but those bonds hold firm. 

It is also a tribute to the steadfastness of Grandpa Gilks, a devoted partner to Nancy. Hard to believe it is almost a year since she left us on the 27th of April 2020.Their marriage equally long lasting and loving. They even resembled the royal couple and Nancy was often referred to as Queen Nancy.  He had a fine mind and spent a lifetime in service to British Transport as their doctor. He loved Route Master Buses, Trains and Trams. So we shook off our sadness and headed into the sunshine on a beautiful autumnal afternoon to the Tramway Museum in Brisbane. We took rides on the Red Hill Line which came into operation in 1921 and was withdrawn in 1940. The tramway system in Queensland was started up in 1897. Forward thinking, not much attention to health and safety, but a novel and great way to travel around the city. The trams came into the city and an article in the Courier Mail on the 22nd of June 1897 is quoted as saying : 

"A considerable crowd had assembled and many people seemed to be lost in wonderment as to how the thing was to move... those who travelled on the new car expressed themselves fully convinced of its superiority to the horse cars. "

Our lovely driver and dedicated tram aficionado.

I love the comment about what tickets to marry.

Even then advertisements were key! 

How perceptions have changed - we would be horrified to see this nowadays. 

The truck lovingly restored which was used to repair the lines.  

A representation of the city being swept into the modern world of cars, trams and buses. 

One waiting in line for the dedicated team from the Men's Shed to put it back to its old glory. Sometimes they can be brought back, sometimes it is just not to be and we live with the memories they left us, safe in the knowledge of what they offered the world and our lives. 

How Cool is That!

It's been an eventful couple of days. Carpet Pythons, mama and baba appearing in the garden and on our deck chairs. Lovely as they might be they always make me feel nervous as they are so close to the house. Sunday we discovered a leak in the bathroom and on Monday we were wondering why our ice cubes were melting in the freezer. Tradie took one look at Fridge Freezer, turned it on and off, fiddled a little, charged $130 and said give it six hours. We did. Six hours of trying not to open the doors. Six hours of suspecting this wasn't going to work. So this am off to a shop, replacement bought and will be delivered tomorrow. So the task for the day was emptying the whole fridge. Here is a small glimpse of the kitchen this am. Some of it was salvaged but a fair amount had to be binned. In a very short period of time it had gone off and it isn't even that hot anymore.  

It does make me wake up and realise how very very lucky we are - refrigeration is such a great thing. We accept it as being there without a second thought. I have just finished Daphne Sheldrick's Excellent book  "An African Love story and Elephants" Even a couple of generations ago people did not have it so easy. This is the passage that stands out for me in the book and made me absolutely cognisant of how much we have. Daphne is talking about her childhood in the African Bush. The children's delight must have been amazing. I wonder if we have comparable moments of sheer delight anymore or is it all too easy and expected? 

As we drive back I wonder where dead fridges go? Are they dismantled for their parts or do they get discarded as a whole? I think about repairing but the costs on an old product are prohibitive. Making it easier to be consumerist isn't good for the planet but equally in this day and age living without a functioning fridge is simply not an option. Back to cleaning and rearranging. Plumber next. Things can only get beta! Bees still happily buzzing in the front garden this morning. Bookgroup get the added bonus of a French meal at Le Coin instead of my cooking on Thursday night. We are all winners in the end. 

Discoveries with Dougall 37 Dappled Light

You cannot imagine how reinvigorated I feel finding the sun again after all the gloomy and wet days. So much so that last night after a sunny day I walked home from my dinner date. It was 10.30 at night but the sky was clear and full of stars, the jasmine from garden hedges hung in the air, I was wearing a swishy skirt which called for some sashaying and I couldn't bear the thought of getting into an uber with a mask on. So I walked the 8.3 kms home. It was bliss to be able to do this. The night was cool and dry, the breeze was welcome and I felt as safe as houses walking. That is how it should be but I still feel the joy of being able to do this. So today on our walk with Dougall light and dark was in my mind. Like in our lives at times, when we feel a lightness in spirit but other times descend to darker parts of our psyche. The paths with the sun overhead offered just that playing out of thoughts - shadows over fields, light making other patches sparkle like quicksilver splashed down in abundance. 

In the trees above a baby and mummy kookaburra. 

Light is such an important part of my life. I crave it and miss it when it is not there. 

Autumnal colours

Its been a very wet and overcast Easter Weekend here in Queensland. The rain did not stop on Easter Sunday and while this may be welcome by the end of the day I was feeling like a caged animal and desperate to get out. I only managed it today. I headed out as soon as I saw that it had stopped albeit briefly. I went off expecting to see puddles and mud and not much else. Instead I found the most spectacular web shimmering with drops of rain which balanced artfully on its thin but strong strands.

Meeting a friend along the way was joyful and we headed off to explore some bushland nearby. There were no koalas for us to see but we saw some kookaburras and some spectacular orange trees. They are the Grey Gums and once a year, round about February they shed their outer bark and become intensely orange in colour and never more so then after rain. These Grey Gums are plentiful on the eastern border of Australia and a lot of the original settlers chose to use their lovely wood for construction. The bark falls to the ground in large segments. It makes good kindling, and can be home for little creatures as it breaks down. They are intensely colourful for a month or two particularly following rain. They bright orange is striking and wonderful in the afternoon light and early morning. Once the new back weathers the colours fade to a rather dull grey, until it all happens again. 

We stopped to admire them today. 

The colours are turning, not in the European way but the sense of an Aussie autumn is on its way.