Helichrysum, aka hotnotskooigoed - one of my favourites. If beds really were stuffed with these flowers in the old days, I think sweet dreams would have been had. They smell somehow of mustard and honey and holidays.
Monday, December 24, 2007
I will love real garden roses forever. My mom has relegated the roses she still keeps to pots on the patio, while the rest of the garden turns indigenous.