Callistemon
Ellianne my father's very first job was as an under-gardener on a large estate and he had to weed the lawns (on his hands and knees). His father was the Head Gardener.
As was mine before the First World War. It was a large estate in Somerset.
He had one Sunday off a month.
He never lost his love of gardening, and passed it on to me.
I did so enjoy last nights programme, a little peace of tranquility in this mad world.