It's not all misanthropic pharmacists ...
We went back to Liffey Falls this past weekend, and visited my favourite nursery on the way. It's in the bush, silent but for the birds, and with the possibility of sighting a wombat in the far reaches, down near the creek.
But mostly I love it for the names of the plants, which read like a list from a book of fairies:
Eastern whorled cheeseberry
Running postman and
And for those who prefer to garden in the shadow of the cauldron:
Shiny swampmat and
Some days, I garden with words, not plants. Because is there a backyard anywhere that wouldn't be more lovely for some sweet holygrass in the corner?