July 15th, 2025Vale Ray Robinson

Ray was an intensely private man and lived his life on his terms. He saw a lot of changes in the country and in the world during this time.
Although we know he led a long and interesting life, and there are snippets of that we can share, we don’t have huge amounts of detail to go on when telling his story.
Our friendship and memories with Ray spanned only 12 years, yet we learned so much from him in this short space of time, and appreciate and thank him for the special opportunity to know him.
Ray Robinson was an enigmatic, astute human being. A finely educated man, a character with a wicked sense of humour. Having studied the classics in his early adulthood, it was this knowledge that naturally flowed freely into his deep understanding of the horticultural environment.
His honed intelligence covered much ground. His horticultural expertise started from his early childhood where his grandfather was a significant influence. This was developed and nurtured over time through wide experiences and projects in Australia and overseas.
His travels broadened his deeply felt connection to the natural world. The wisdom gathered was readily passed on and shared with others through educated discussion and practical endeavours.
His life was full and nothing excited him more than seeing the results of his labours with those who shared and benefitted from his teachings and supervision. Ray also delighted in the success of others who likewise enjoyed the pleasure of their own gardens.
Ray’s professional career saw him work in and design numerous notable gardens large and small in Australia and overseas, and many around Daylesford and the Macedon Ranges.
He worked tirelessly at Wombat Hill Botanic Gardens and led a dedicated group of volunteers to support and actively advance the potential of the gardens.
Ray possessed the ability to bring people together, never missing an opportunity to encourage, advise, educate and share his knowledge in a generous and enthusiastic manner, with a hands-on inclusive approach.
Ray showed genuine interest in the culture of other countries, fascinated by the stories, cuisine, art and history. He travelled widely and never lost interest in adventure. We were fortunate to join Ray overseas on a number of occasions.
Tim was Ray’s dog, a loyal companion of many years who was loved dearly.
During Ray’s final years at Deborah Cheetham Retirement Village, Ocean Grove, he continued to be inspirational, working with residents, giving advice about their gardens, establishing a small propagating group and advising the village gardeners who also benefitted from his wisdom.
Ray will leave a huge legacy in so many places for so many people along his life journey and with much respect.
We will miss him. Doug Wright and Annie Saunders

Prelude

The avenues of poplar go
But leave their reflection

The avenues of poplar go
but leave us the wind

The shrouded wind lies
full length beneath the sky

But it’s left its echoes
floating on rivers

The world of fireflies
has invaded my memories

And a tiny, tiny heart
is growing from my fingers

Federico Garcia Lorca