Mrs Fryer was an older lady who went to the same church that we did. Mom and her were friends - I assume they had plants and flowers in common but I'm not really sure. Later on my great Auntie Joan moved in with Mrs Fryer - I think as a companion but again that is only an impression.
Mrs Fryer's house was weatherboard and I guess typical for the age it was built in. It smelt of plants and old people. I can describe the inside in detail but for some reason that doesn't seem relevant.
What fascinated me most about Mrs Fryer was her garden. I am guessing the house was on a quarter acre block but it could have been bigger. Apart from the house and a thin driveway, the rest of the block was garden. And lots of big or overgrown garden.
In modern parlance, there was lots of rooms. There was the rose garden out the front (with a million other plants - I specifically remember a Boston fern). Out the back there was

My imagination ran wild as we played in the garden. There was adventure and magic and mystery. And 30 years later the thought still makes me smile and dream.
I hope that all kids have a garden like Mrs Fryer's to play in.
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What lovely memories Rae, I have some lovely memories of my Nanna's garden too. She had gerbras, which keep shooting up for years after she died and the most wonderful frangipanis...
I love that gardens evoke such wonderful memories, and Mrs Fryer sounds like she was a great gardener.
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