Monday, November 24, 2014

A Festival of Flowers

Spring in Tassie is an intoxicating season filled with many an efflorescent delight. The sun-kissed ground awakens with a festival of flowers, all abloom with their unique beauty and delicious fragrance. Each flower captivating in it's own exceptional beauty; with no thought of jostling for singular attention, nor competing with the floral pretty sitting next to just blooms!

We have are own festival of flowers happening  around our li'l ole humble abode at the moment, but out in the wider community there have been some spectacular open gardens to enjoy over the last couple of weekends. One such 'open garden' my good husband and my good self found ourselves inextricably drawn to, was Woolmers Estate. Woolmers Estate is a national rose garden and has the finest collection of historic roses in the southern hemisphere, ranging from the earliest European and China roses through to roses of the 21st century.

For one weekend each year, they hold an open garden event which is dubbed "The Festival of Roses". And...what a festival it is! It is truly breathtaking! There are over 5,000 roses! Over the weekend, "The Festival of Roses" is designed to capture roses in their first flush of bloom; the sights and scents are truly intoxicating! To wander through the secret gardens, the li'l nook and crannies, is to experience an eye-popping sense of wonderment.

To start the day in the right frame of mind and to feed the inner man (and woman) we breakfasted at one of our favourite cafes and lo and behold, what should greet us but  an expanse of the most delicious, climbing Pierre de Ronsard roses. They trailed across an 8 metre wall, all blooming in their transcendent glory! The Pierre de Ronsard would have to be one of my favourite roses. I love the way this pretty rose slowly opens, revealing layer upon layer of diaphanous, petticoat petals. We have one of these climbing beauties in our garden.......oh how I wish mine looked like these. Oh......and the 200 year old brick wall and building ain't half bad either.

After drinking in the beauty of the Pierre De Ronsards, and with my husband dragging me away, our tin lizzie headed to Woolmers Estate to savor "The Festival of Roses".

Arriving at Woolmers Estate the fun of the festival was in full swing. There were many stalls offering delicious food, fine wine, hand crafted jewellery, books, plants, fresh veggies, honey, antiques & collectables, the odd vintage set of wheels or two, musical entertainment plus much more. There were oodles of people enjoying the ambience; enjoying a picnic on the beautiful lawns under the shade of gigantic Maple trees.

My husband took a shine to the vintage cars that were on display. How cute is this van? I really, really need it!! I really, really do!!

Mmmm....yes please!

I would have loved to have taken a few of these rusted pretties home.....

Oh....I took the 'rusty fella' home with me!!

Though there were secret gardens of Spring blooms i.e. lupins, foxgloves, delphiniums, clematis etc etc, and a lovely kitchen garden; not to mention glorious old buildings i.e. barns, settlers' cottages, conservatories, houses that typify a bygone era; Woolmers Estate at this time of the year is all about the roses.

This rose arbor is 80 metres in length and 5 metres wide which is planted with 72 Westerland climbing roses. Simply stunning!

As far as the eye could see, there was rose after rose after rose;  an evocative, impressionist canvas. In my mind's eye I caught a glimpse of Monet in his painter's garb, painting 'plein-air' amongst the rose bushes.

Yes indeedy, the Festival of Roses at Woolmers Estate is truly the most magnificent rose garden I have ever visited.

After wandering around for hours becoming dizzy from  overload of the senses, we sat awhile under the shade of the centuries old Maple trees and just soaked in the spectacular atmosphere of this amazing place. Who needs a chair when one can lean one's back against a beautiful tree, rest awhile and look up at the sun-filled sky dancing with filtered light, through the canopy of an ancient tree?? 
Not I!!

As I alluded to in the beginning of this post, our li'l garden is abloom with it's own efflorescence. Our garden is the gift that keeps giving. There is always someone to gift a vase or two of pretty flowers....and of course there is our li'l ole abode in which to fill, with many a pretty blossom. Who needs a florist when one lives with the 'gardener'? Which is just as well, because here in this far rural outpost, it is a tad problematic to whip on down to the local florist and buy a bunch of floral delight!

Yes indeedy, me thinks you cannot beat the Pierre de Ronsard rose for it's sheer old fashioned beauty and sweet fragrance!

Wisterias, Lupins, Daisies, Lilacs, Granny Bonnets, Irises, Roses, Rhododendrons, Pansies, Jasmines, Foxgloves, Peonies....just to name a few. Spring time in our garden is quite sublime! Do forgive me for the overdose of floralicious delight. I just wanted to leave you with a li'l floral pretty or two, to convey a sense of Spring; to help you skip through your week.

Peonies for thee!! Have a lovely, floralicious week everyone!


  1. What a beautiful festival. I love roses and my maiden name is Rose. HA! HA! I can just imagine the wonderful smell coming from all the roses. My Hubby would be heading straight for the vintage cars too.

  2. Hello Kim.

    Thanks so much for the floral bloom display at the Woolmers Estate. We called into there when we went to Tassie, unfortunately not one rose was in bloom but we still had a good look around. Our children probably didn't appreciate it because they really wanted to go to Dr Harry's farm back then, he was far too expensive!
    Love the blooms at your home garden too, can smell them from over here in the West.

    Happy days.

  3. Beautiful floral post, enjoying, thank you!!
    Have a great week.:*

  4. Oh my, what a fantastical day you had! Absolutely breathtaking. I think that your garden is beautiful as well. Your gnome does such a fantastic job helping you take care of all of your blooms. I'd love to have a chance to sit with you on your lovely garden swing. Thank you so much for sharing this special point in time with us.

  5. I'm missing the flowers in our garden now we have winter here in the UK. I could almost smell the roses in your post today. Beautiful photos and a pleasure to read.

  6. Sooooo jealous of your glorious garden. i get half the showing of Pierre de Ronsard and they fried in the heat so quickly...something to be said about a cooler climate. Garden colour looks beautiful again. Where will you put your little rusty couple..too cute

  7. Oh my heart. The Pierre rose is so very perfect. It looks like tissue paper. Layer upon layer. I can only imagine the scent. That wall! I love old buildings. We were talking to a couple yesterday from Ireland. They look after an old estate. Sigh.......
    Your flowers are show stoppers too. Just gorgeous

  8. What a beautiful pictures! With the winter approaching fast I kind of envy you :)

  9. The pictures are lovely. I can just imagine the wonderful smells from all the roses and other flowers as well. Thanks, so much for sharing. Truly a magical day for you. Love your own special garden with vases of flowers and matching up with quilts and linens. All so wonderful to see!

  10. Beautiful!! I do love yellow flowers, the yellow roses in the cup look so pretty!!


  11. Thank you for leting me smell the roses! Beatiful pictures!

  12. What a gorgeous array of pictures! And especially a delight from this side of the world, where we're stuck in the rain and gloom of the dark days before Christmas! Thank you for brightening up blogland this week :)

  13. Beautiful post of amazing flowers - just what I need this morning when I look upon our dark cloudy rainy day and switch on the heating :-(

  14. Amei conhecer o seu blog, já fiquei por aqui!!!Achei maravilhoso!!!
    Siga-me e pegue o meu selinho!!!


    Beijos Marie.

  15. Spring in Tassie must be sensational. Woolmers Estate looks amazing - I'd never really thought of roses lending themselves to becoming a historic collection, and marvellous they are. The rose arbour is stunning. Your own garden produces wonderful delights - thanks to the efforts of you wonderful husband.

  16. Oh my! Oh my! I want to just climb into my iPad and stay in this blogpost! You had me at "roses"! If you don't mind, I'm pinning quite a few onto my Pinterest Boards to help keep me happy this winter here in the US of A. Lovely, loverly! Thank you for the bright, happy blooms and sunshine!

  17. Stunning, absolutely stunning! I do believe I can smell that heady perfume through the screen. Such sights and smells to delight the senses.

  18. I would have been overwhelmed with all of the amazing array of luscious blooms. And my husband would have enjoyed the cars. I would have probably ahad a bit if a tussle with you over the rusty figures. I actually do have a rusty fellow in my Rust Garden. Yes I do have a Rust Garden.

    1. My 'rusty' fella in my garden is my 'gnome'......who happens to be my husband! ;) There were lots of other gorgeous rusty garden pieces, Beth, so you and I would have behaved like the genteel, tea drinking ladies that we are, and shared. :)

  19. Wow, what a gorgeous display of roses and other wonderful things (love that butterfly bench)! It is so fun to get an eyeful of all the many blooms in your photos from your part of the world, especially since we're so dismal and snowy cold here now. Gives me something to look forward to, although I will probably never see such an abundant display as that! Thanks for sharing!