Six months after visiting the native nursery down the road I was back again. Of the original 15 plants that I had bought on my first visit only eight had survived. I was feeling like a planticidal maniac and here I was fronting up again to select more unwitting victims. I took a deep breath and with my accomplice David walked into the front yard of the nursery. We decided this time we would go for the hardier variety of plants. At least these might have a bit more of chance of survival.
We were immediately drawn to the stand of bright orange flowering Grevilleas. This would be the way to go. Drought tolerant, likes a sunny position and well drained. Sounded like it would survive anything I would throw at it. I was starting to feel a bit better. We ventured through the shop and into the back of the nursery. Two more Grevilleas, three ground covers and a lavender later we walked back to the car. By the time we arrived home the day had become rainy, gloomy and cold. It felt more like a day for a funeral than for planting. I just hoped this wasn't going to be an omen for the future of the plants.
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