This is, we think, our third or fourth trip to the Barossa Valley, but it must be our first time here in Spring because we had no idea we’d see so many roses. They’re everywhere. And they’re the biggest, most colorful roses we’ve ever seen.
Every yard is filled with roses. Every public space is filled with roses. Every vineyard has roses at the end of each row of vines. And one vineyard has four kilometers of red roses planted alongside the main highway between Tanunda and Angaston.
We met a little old lady at the grocery store who told us that she belongs to a group of local residents who volunteer to take care of all the public flower beds. She invited Jamie to join them, obviously unaware of her unique ability to kill even the hardiest of plants.
The photo above was taken on Murray Street, Angaston’s main thoroughfare. If you look closely in the background you’ll see Jamie.