Once upon a time we lived in Gippsland, and the north-east of Victoria too, where jonquils grew on roadsides and I could pick them to my hearts content, or pop around to my Nan’s and come home laden with armfuls of hydrangeas. Here on the Limestone Coast though the florals aren’t as forthcoming. Other than a dodgy gerbera from Woolies (uh, no thanks) there aren’t many fresh flower options, and the garden here at ‘Carlton’ isn’t exactly bursting with colour.
Instead, I’ve embraced the ‘found floral’ – whatever I happen across, whatever is flowering on the roadside or in the paddock. And around these parts it’s all natives. This year our mantle has been adorned with flowering gum or wattle, banksia or native grasses, and now coming up to Christmas the bottle brushes are blooming.
Over the weekend I started to tentatively deck the halls, stockings were hung, wreaths put up and my Christmas fairy is sitting pretty on the mantle. We haven’t got a tree yet but I’m hoping to hunt one down tonight after Matt finishes work. The old stove in the kitchen is looking a bit more festive now with my linen and lace ‘peace’ bunting, traditional green wreath and milk bottles of bright bottle brush.
My garden isn’t totally bereft of flowers, we do have three very hardy hakeas (the only thing that must survive with absolutely no love from previous tenants) so I’ve been working with what I’ve got. Walking out to the mail the other day I saw a peek of red coming from an old tree stump in the front yard. It seems a resilient geranium has also survived the no love treatment. A geranium by my bedside and pretty in pink hakeas for my desk…
Do you always have to have flowers in your home?
Tell me you don’t spend a fortune on them though.
And most definitely don’t tell me you live near a great cheap little flower buying option.