Tasmania | cannonhillchronicles

We have four distinct seasons in Tasmania and each one brings something new to the garden. Our first spring was filled with surprises as the bulbs we hadn’t planted reared their beautiful heads. I always believed bulbs were hard work, having to lift and store them every year. I am pleased to discover, if they are ignored, the reward is greater with the passage of time. The daffodils are a fine example, giving a glorious display this year

The German iris ‘Florentina’ and Hyacinth appear in unexpected places

The delicate scent of Daphne heralds the oncoming spring; the Helleborus and snowbells are early to bloom

One of the most amazing revelations were the huge clumps of Cymbidium orchids thriving without any protection from the elements. I had always thought they needed nurturing in a protected environment to even consider blooming

The birds and bees love the Grevillea

The fruit trees are blossoming

The lilies are my favourite, so elegant and simple

The Waratah completes the early spring garden

There is much more awaiting with the shifting of the season…..

While holidaying in Tasmania in December 2007, we realised it was the place we wanted to call home. Almost a year later, we bid farewell to friends and family and made the big move overseas – from South Australia. After renting for five months in the least prestigious suburb of Launceston, we found our ideal property amongst the green rolling hills of the beautiful northwest

Secretly stashed away from the road with the only neighbours a few paddocks away, it was almost too good to be true

The view from the front windows overlook our fifty acres of pristine rainforest, across to farmland on the other side of the valley, where poppies and potato crops create an ever-changing palette