old gardens

Back today to the usual haunts after the beaches of the south.
The dry creek bed, now on state land, was once home to what must have been a lovely homestead though there is now no trace of the buildings.

Thankfully the old garden still remains and this bunch of rosemary was picked from one of many now wild and straggling bushes. I imagine them to be planted around near the house and then there is the orchard. A whole selection of stone fruit trees currently in autumn dress with an enormous loquat, weeping mulberry and even a banana palm.
Down at the creek the owners had built a series of 'gates' along the watercourse which must have dammed the creek into winter pools.

Looking forward to seeing it in spring when the blossom will be pink and very pretty against the grey green bush.