My garden in the chilly Blue Mountains has acid soil, which is why I grow azaleas, rhododendrons, hydrangeas…..and daphnes. At last count I had nine…..sorry, ten.
What could be better than a shrub that flowers in mid winter and has one of the most heavenly perfumes imaginable?
Well, it is better if the flowers match one’s dress.
And Milly insisted I include this little poem;
All about the daphne bush the happy fairies went,
And spread about their silken hair to catch its magic scent.
They chanted little silver tunes, they danced the whole day long,
The rosy bush was ringed around with chains of coloured sound.
The best way to tip prune plants is to pick flowers for the house, or for friends.
The bouquet in the bucket is one I took along last week to put on a grave that was having a marker placed after 100 years. This old-fashioned plant would have been just as popular back in 1918…..and no doubt grown by poor Linda Loosley herself.
I found this vase up in Blackheath village at a second hand shop for a few dollars. Perfect for the flowers .
White daphne does so well here. The little birds love the nectar, too. That was a nice surprise. It’s visited frequently by wattlebirds, Eastern spinebills and tiny silvereyes.
If the daphne is flowering, spring is in the air;
So heart-lifting, even in the rain;
There is a yellow flowering daphne too. I really think I must have one.
Daphne needs a well drained location in dappled sunshine. Mind you, the best position for Daphne is by one’s bedside.