‘Did you say yellow hellebores?’ I hear you cry..(actually there was no such cry, but come on, I’m tryin to get some back and forth going here)
How long can it take to decide what to call a post about an incredibly influential Dutch garden designer? Ages, apparently. And I’ve discovered that if I don’t start with a title before I write anything else, it stuffs up the permalink system, and names it by a number.
Anyway, forget all that, and start reading here:
Neither snowdrops or hellebores are frost sensitive, and they’re happy in climates colder than the coldest of ours in Australia. But that’s not to say that they’re unaffected by frost.
I’m totally thrown by tropical gardens, or at least by tropical plants. I can’t shake the conviction that, given a tropical climate, I wouldn’t have a clue how to use them effectively together.
Well, I’m drowning. Drowning in the sensory riches of Africa. It’s not like the sensory overload that I’ve heard happens in India, where your receptors distort under the volume of stimuli. Here it’s just so rich and so fecund, and the colours are so delicious that you stand, spellbound, and smile (or if you’ve arrived sleep deprived, cry).