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You know you are in a country when there are hollyhocks in the garden.

Yesterday's post made me think of the hallmarks of a country town. I thought it would be amusing to spend the next week recording some of them as discovered on a morning walk around Molong.

Musing:
From the lyrics of the folksong An English Country Garden
"How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
We’ll tell you now of some that we know,
Those we miss you’ll surely pardon.
Daffodils, Heart’s Ease and Flox,
Meadowsweet and Lady Smocks,
Gentain, Lupine and tall Hollihocks.
Roses, Foxgloves,Snowdrops, blue forget-me-nots,
In an English country garden."


Comments

  1. Very much a planting from a foreign clime. But look at that fence: concrete posts partly slimed and wire netting partly rusted.

    I look forward to some CTS ...

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  2. I bought holly hock seeds...but I forgot to plant them. Maybe it isn't too late?

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