Not only are freesias beautiful and strong -- they very rarely get chewed to bits by snails and bugs or battered by the weather, and they pop reliably up and flower every year without any help from me -- but they also smell divine. It's probably only a matter of time before we can blog smells as well, but in the meantime you'll have to imagine it.
A lovely image, all whites and creams.
ReplyDeleteI've never grown freesias, thinking they'd be too fragile, although I regularly plant daffodils (easy) and tulips (variable success), but now I'm encouraged to give them a try next spring.
One of Sydney's little miracles is Waverley Cemetery between Bronte and Clovelly - a windswept seaside suburb of the dead. It's been a few years since I last had a spring wander, but it used to be carpeted between the tombs with freesias. You could smell the place a long time before you set eyes upon it.
ReplyDeleteMorning freeze less freezier?
ReplyDeleteSpringtime breeze more breezier?
Feeling wheezy-sneezier?
Must be time for friesias.