Posted: 11/05/2016 at 16:00
The grape vine in the greenhouse is a cutting from my last house, which was a cutting from my Nans greenhouse.
Lavender always reminds me of the hedge she grew by sticking cuttings in a line in sandy soil.
Doris pinks because that was her first name.
The golden philadelphus was a cutting from warwick castle. I followed the scent and although it was the wrong time of year, the tiny cutting took.
I dont grow many roses, but one particular old rose has the scent that transports me back to trying to make perfume out of mashed up red rose petals as a child.
Eucalyptus against a blue sky makes me think of the Eucalypt forests in south Western australia.
The buddleja weyerana on the front reminds me of the neighbour at my old house, who let me take a cutting off of hers.