Tourists go to Cameron Highlands for the tea plantation, the vegetable farms and the strawberries.
All we wanted was a cool break and on our last morning the temperature was just perfect, like any bracing Spring day.
But we found serindipity-joy in Mr. Wong and his garden. He is the manager of the apartment. He was efficient and helpful and looked after our needs, but he wasn't at all a hard nosed businessman. The love of gardening and plants were very much a part of his being. As he lived in an apartment, he utilised whatever scrap of land available around the block to indulge in this one love.This is the little patch in front of the apartment,
and this area is just outside the apartment compound.
Father and son lovingly care for their garden but at times it can become a painful experience for both of them especially for the little boy because holidaymakers and their brattage (this is Jack Marlowe's word for horrible obnoxious kids) would pick the flowers and the tiny tomatoes and then callously discard them. Mr Wong's little boy, in frustration, wrote this notice in three languages, but it was to no avail.
But both father and son persevere and here are a series of shots from Mr. and Master Wong's garden. Mr. Wong is well informed on medicinal herbs and generously gave us a couple of plants and cuttings.This plant is good for those who suffer from high blood pressure and diabetes but unfortunately Mr. Wong doesn't know its name. We took home a cutting.
The Karang Raja for problems with gallstones.
No,don't panic. This little thing was replanted. Mr. Wong just wanted us to smell the roots. Exactly the same scent as Tiger Balm!!
The Selasih which according to Mr. Wong is good for coughs. The leaves taste minty and refreshing.
But this is the piece de resistance ! The last time I saw this bush and its fruit was in my late mother-in-law's garden in New Zealand. Mr. Wong had 'dressed' it up to justify the label of the Stocking Bush.
The flower of this bush has such an intoxicating scent.
And here's the fruit.
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's Heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
Mrs. D.F. Gurney (1858-1932)
Thank you Mr. Wong for sharing your garden and its joy and knowledge with us.