On our way south to Green Cape a few weeks ago we stopped near Bermagui to visit a friend. He lives there part-time, in a gracious mud-brick house designed by Stuart many years ago. The place was looking wonderful, and he told us he has a gardener two days a week to look after things while he is away in Sydney.
Of course I was fascinated, trailing behind with my camera as John continued to show us around the property. We have never grown dahlias as Stuart is or was allergic to them, but I have always thought they were a rather marvellous flower, looking like starbursts of colour.
This is just the beginning of his collection, so I am determined to return next year and see how it has grown. I did wonder how John could enjoy his flowers, when he was based primarily in Sydney, but he has all this worked out, as you will see.Last stop on our tour was the new shed, built large enough for boat construction. It looked rather grand, but inside there was no boat, just a bucket of dahlias, ready for the trip back to Sydney.
Here he is, adding a few more to the bucket, for his enjoyment over the next fortnight. So even gardening in absentia has its pleasures. This post is for Frizztext’s Tagged G so pop across and check out the other wonderful G entries this week.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. May Sarton, thanks to brainyquote 🙂