Take it from me, avoid the creepy pathway from Katoomba Street, and take the entrance from the carpark side instead. It's all a bit Dickensian.
Not so this lovely nursery, however. There's gravel strewn paths and raised beds all grown over the sides with, I am reliably informed, Baby's Breath. Must be a rather ill baby methinks. Makes all the edges green and fuzzy. I was only along for the ride, as my attempts to keep anything plant-related alive seem doomed to failure. I hope to somehow suck up gardening ability by osmosis, but it hasn't worked yet. So I listened to advice about growing rare and unusual cold climate perennials (they have a whole section no less), try to imagine the joy of successfully growing something heirloom and wonderful from seed, and peeked at the tiny Christmas trees in pots.
They seem to have a great selection of plants here, including lots of hard to find ones specifically suited to the colder climes of the upper mountains. I await the day when I manage to not wither a poor defenceless plant to a pale stick with great anticipation. It'll happen one day, I hope. read more