When I was a child, my mum would see through our window, our old neighbour Nat cut one of his stunning roses and present it to his wife Nita. Although no one has cared for his garden since he passed away years ago and Nita moved away (other than mum over the fence), many of his flowers still bloom. Tonight my mum salvaged some of his flowers before Nat and Nita's house is demolished this week and his garden is lost. We have been so lucky to experience Nat's pride for his garden and his legacy. Mum will do her best to regrow these rose and lassiandra cuttings so this beauty lives on in our little part of Melbourne.