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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Culburra Beach , NSW, Australia

I live in Australia, my ancestry is in Cornwall. a Celt. a hedgewitch of sorts. I am an Earth Healer. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. A gypsy. An eccentric. a mystic. I am a searcher, a seeker, a pilgrim on Earth. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. I love to dream, to walk and to wonder

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

February 17, 2006

memories are made of this


I have had my memory jogged thanks to Gardengirl

I grew up in a then country town, situated on a river. I had a normal australian childhood, wonder why I grew up to be eccentric?

but I remember Thelma Turner - the lady who lived up the road and sold her fresh vegetables to the neighbours. Each day her husband would pick whatever vegetable was ripe and she would tote it around in one of those shopping trolleys that many ladies had back then. *I want one!* We would wait out the front to see her coming and race inside to tell mum. The freshness of the cucumbers so crisp and those tomatoes that she grew tasted like real tomatoes. I remember the dirty potatoes freshly dug from her garden and the beans and the parsley and chives...but the thing I remember most were her dahlias. Huge crimson dahlias. You see, she was an old fashioned gardener - she grew flowers among her vegies, all crammed in together. No pesticides. orange & lemon trees too. Glass fruit fly catchers hanging from branches (*I collect these too,now*) She lived in a little fibro house - garden back and front. The whole front yard was a vegetable and flower patch but oh ! out the back - the bean poles and pumpkin vines running rampant over the old shed and the butterflies and bees.
and that is one of the reasons why I try to garden organically and why my garden is a mis-matched hotchpotch of fruit trees, vegetables & flowers.

10 Comments:

Blogger Kali said...

My grandparents gardened in a similar manner, and even my parents, though our front garden looked normal with the neatly mowed lawn...though round the back was a different story...yummies such as cucumbers, lemon trees, watermelons, eggplant and various herbs all growing very happily with Mum's beloved flowers. Unfortunately I used to be quite embarrassed by it at a young age, but not now...I aspire to such a garden!

9:38 am  
Blogger HomemakerAng said...

YOUR NEW BACKDROP IS SO AMAZING! thanks too for your kind sentiments :)
homemakerang

9:47 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

Thats how I am gardening this year. Flowers, veg's everything here in there in the front and back yard. Am actually looking forward to spending lots of time outside this summer.

11:50 am  
Blogger Amy said...

I don't think you're eccentric at all actually I think you're an old fashioned vintage gal and it's good to see in today's world...

2:47 pm  
Blogger Nicole said...

Your photograph reminds me of my great grandmother 'eva may' so very much. She too had a higeldy pigeldy vagatable garden.. but it was soooo very lovely. Every time we went to visit we would walk around her garden and feel so peaceful and so loved. It was so special and I treasure these memories. Thank you so much for sharing. hugs to you and you and you.

3:24 pm  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

What a wonderful story. Isn't it great that you learned to appreciate gardening at such an early age. It took me years to really understand what a miracle it is to watch something grow in a garden.

Connie

5:34 pm  
Blogger dolly said...

oh she sounded divine ~~ now I did the same thing last year, amongst my vegetables I put in some flowers, my mom and her guy who are real gardeners and spend a lot of time in their show garden shuddered at my hodge-podge affair, but they admired the flora and the taste of the veggies....did I tell you I love dahlias more than I love Austalia!! roflol!

9:22 pm  
Blogger Dawn said...

My dad always planted dahlias in our vegetable gardens every year. That flower reminds me of him. We did a garden last year for the first time. Flowers plus veggies. We learned much and need to learn more as far as placement...etc..but it was a fun project.

9:33 pm  
Blogger my vintage days said...

She sounds like a wonderful lady to have known and a magical place she grew. I great to see people grow veggies among the flowers. You will have to take pictures of your lovely garden to share.

11:47 pm  
Blogger Mindy said...

My grandparents were farmers...and I must have the green thumb as they did! What wonderful memories you have, I love to hear all about your childhood and your live, a true lady who loves her vintage things!!! HAve a great day

6:18 am  

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