I grew up in a house in Repton Road, a street that ran along Ardrie Park in East Malvern. We loosened a couple of planks in the back fence to make our own private entrance into Escape. Then we’d disappear for hours into acres of parentless green.
In those days, the park had its own dedicated gardener, who lived in a special residence tucked away in a secluded corner. Everything was properly looked after, and the displays of flowers in Spring and Summer were incredible. I think I went to school with the gardener’s daughter, Julie Pora her name was, if I remember correctly. We were in the same class but, strangely, I don’t remember ever seeing her in the park her father remade for us day after day after day. Continue reading “What Do Marigolds Mean?”