Each year, the nearby town of Maryborough holds an Open Gardens event and we decided to toddle along. We arrived just after the opening time of 9 am to avoid the hordes.
I decided that we would just visit five gardens, 2, 1, 3, 4 and 10 and I will separate them into separate blogs. I will stick a new one up every day.
The poshest area of Maryborough is in Doonvilla and it is bisected by Lennox Street which is lined by wonderful Queensland style houses. This is the first garden we visited.
You may notice that the house is built on stilts which helps catch a cooling breeze.
At the left is the QR code that we use to sign in as part of the Covid regulations in Queensland. We all have an app on our phones that we are required to use. You may notice at the top right the couple who greeted us and made sure we had signed in.
Fortunately, there have been no virus cases in our area since we arrived a year ago.
It was the usual perfect Queensland winter day. Blue sky, 70 to 75 degrees. It's so tough to take.
Vegetation is so lush here. Stuff just grows whether you want it to or not.
The original owners of the house would have been quite wealthy and having a tennis court would have been a social status symbol over 100 years ago.
An addition to the house which would be a wonderful place to relax.
Nobody had pools when we lived in Maryborough 60 years ago.
This would be spectacular when the flowers appear. They probably will be red.
A Hills Hoist where you hang your washing. It dries very quickly in this climate.
Mango tree. I talked to the owner later and I should have asked what he does with all the mangoes that drop off when they are ripe. The two trees in the backyard of our house 60 years ago produced hundreds of fruit. My job was to chuck them either into a huge compost bin or over the back fence into the railway yard.
Under the house. They could well be the original stumps. The local trees produced superb hardwood.
We think they were limes.
According to Marianne, this is not a Waratah. It could be a powderpuff lillypilly.
Staghorn.
Marianne looking for a plant she could rip out and take home in her bag. Not really.
We have this variety of plant on our dining table that is supposed to produce this white flower. So far, it has failed dismally. M reckons it gets too much light.
When I spoke to the owner, he said that they employed a gardener. It would be interesting to see inside the house.
We really enjoyed this garden. My mother was a keen gardener and would have laughed her head off at the idea that I would voluntarily do something like this.
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