|Dad's Lavender. lavendula dentata aka French Lavender|
Basically it all started with my dad's death some eighteen odd years ago. At the time he owned a farm at Cabarlah, some 20 or so k's on the north side of Toowoomba. Also at the time my sister, Debbie, and her partner at the time were living on his farm as well. It was here where they were building a mud brick hut/shack. It was around this hut/shack that I assume Debbie planted some flowers and shrubs one of which was a lavender which will go on to become 'dad's' lavender.
So just how did this inconspicuous lavender go on to become 'Dad's lavender?
Well, it was about five days later after my dad's funeral and I was back home with my wife, Terina, at the time (the same one I've got now actually) and she was telling me about walking around dad's farm on the day of his funeral and showing me an old tin she'd found whilst walking around. Inside the tin there was some lavender flowers she'd picked from around Deb and her partners shack.
Now it was also at this time that I was studying for my Certificate of Horticulture at the GCIT and I was doing a lot of experimenting with propagation and the idea came to me to see if I could propagate these Lavender pieces that Terina had picked. Now having been picked several days ago and with no specific aftercare I didn't give these much hope but went ahead anyhow.
Anyhow blow me down if they didn't strike and go on to be potted up and continue to flourish. I can't remember now how many I tried to strike or how many I planted and this first lot have long since passed on but every year or so since I will propagate a few cuttings to make sure I keep what has now become my strongest living memory (in the plant world at least) of my dad.
So there you have it, the story of Dad's Lavender.
Cheers and happy spring
|A photo I pinched from Debs blog with her blessing of course.|