Lots of flowers remind me of my grandparents, George and Lucy. Alamanda was grown along the west side of their Queenslander style house, about head height, and as you passed under it, you entered a darkened corridor that was similar to a verandah. Only ground level and of course, the floor was the dirt. It went almost the length of the west side of the house. They had only partly built in underneath their home. It was a great place to stroll and dream.
I love the lush look of the yellow flowers here. Welcoming you home.
More alamanda. This is the gate to the local vet. I get to enjoy it often. Driving past it, I mean. One year they cut it back. Scary. Not a good look, bare sticks!
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