I am loving my daphne bush at the moment. Each day as I step out the front door there are more of the beautifully formed flowers coming into bloom.
Another one of my favourite flowers. The scent is gorgeous and if you can feel an emotional attachment to a plant I've got one with this one.
For more years than I can remember my late mum tried to grow a daphne bush in our big garden in Ballarat. No luck. Then one Mother's day my Dad turned up with a little pot of daphne. (possiby the most romantic thing he ever did!)
It was duly planted in the corner and over time grew and grew. It became a source of great enjoyment.
Later, I took some cuttings and this is how I now have my lovely, flourishing daphne.
I think that must have been nearly 20 years ago, as I have now lived in Melbourne for 22 years.
It is not in a very spectacular pot, but one thing I am led to believe is true with daphnes - they don't like to be messed with.
With that in mind, I am leaving it put in its rather dated fake Tuscan-look plastic pot! Last year, I noticed it was getting really leggy and decided it needed a good trim. I am pleased to say that it is looking more compact and flowering better than ever. It also enjoys a position on the verandah where it gets morning sun. Everyone should have a daphne plant. My mate, Olga, has no less than six.
