I think you are creating your own luck by having your eyes wide open to the beauty around you. Some people would be oblivious to all of that.
On the very same path that we trecked in the Grampians to reach the old quarry, there were beer bottles smashed on the ground and other rubbish strewn by walkers. How could they destroy what is so beautiful? What possesses these people to turn a nature wonderland into a rubbish dump because of their laziness?
My girlfriend and I went from one wildflower to the next like excited children on an Easter egg hunt, and we could not get over how amazing the area is. We felt like Joseph Banks on his voyage of discovery (without the seasickness though)!
Lucky you having plants that are of a different generation and time. I often admire the old irises that exist in people's gardens - quite plain by contrast with the newer varieties, but I think they are exquisite because of their simplicity. Who planted these flowers generations ago for those of us alive today to enjoy? And yes, Kincella, you have to go through at least one season - if not two in the case of perennials to find out what really exists in a garden.
Your pink K/Paws will make a lovely contrast against the blue of the wrens.
There might even be a garden club in your area that you could join, with members willing and able to help you identify your plants.
And finally, here's a little poem with a high 'cuticality' which I think is by Ogden Nash:
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the boidies is. They say the boid is on the wing. But that's absoid. The wing is on the boid.
