mann's garden in the city
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The front garden in spring, just as the roses were coming out. The house itself  is an old workman's cottage, one of a pair  which I've been told started life in the late 1850s as the stables to a long-vanished mansion up the hill. If that is true, then it may well be the oldest standing building in Erskineville, which is a suburb of Victorian cottages and terrace houses about a mile south of the Sydney CBD. The soil is a greasy shale-derived loam in which roses do very well. Indeed until about 1890 most of Erskineville was covered in rose nurseries and the local pub is called 'The Rose'.
the 3 garden pics are by Lorna Rose
The back garden from the back door. One of the reasons I bought this house was that I can lie in bed and look out at my  garden, and the whole aim in developing it has been to enhance the illusion of a patch of country in the city -- hence the lawn, the ginkgo tree and the high fences clothed in Rosa bracteata, Philadelphus mexicanus and camellias. The pergola is roofed with the splendid white Noisette rose 'Lamarque' and when it is in full bloom several times a year a soak in the spa (the blue patch left) is as sybaritic an experience  as anything the Romans knew-- even if the fallen petals of 5,000 flowers do clog the filter dreadfully
The border on the shady side is planted with Clivia miniata, begonias, crinums and Japanese anemones, and edged in alpine strawberries. The ginkgo is just coming into leaf here, the espaliered camellias on the trellis are still babies
The night-flowering Epiphyllum oxypetalum which grows in a hanging basket by the spa. I tell people its scent is hallucinogenic. Not so  -- but it does make you dizzy if you sniff too closely
Diamond Jubilee
Souvenir de la Malmaison
The rose pictures are by Yvonne Arnold. 
Click here to visit her wonderful garden of roses in the Adelaide Hills
My two very favourite roses, both of which grow in the front garden -- 'Diamond Jubilee', which won the AARS award in the year of my birth: and 'Souvenir de la Malmaison', as lovely and fragrant a pink rose as has ever been raised. I grow the superb climbing sport, which local legend says originated in a nursery located at what is now the bottom of my street.
Sydney's almost sub-tropical climate means that the roses have to be watched constantly for black spot , but it allows me to grow quite a variety of orchids out of doors. I was especially pleased with these two this past summer  -- the pink one is Brassolaeliocattleya Memoria Crispin Rosales, the  huge and scented green one an unnamed brassocattleya. (Orchid pictures by Paul Urquhart.)
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