Posted by Tania Kindersley.
One of our local gardens was having an open day, so off went the dear Stepfather, Step-Uncle, Pigeon and I to have a look. It is the kind of thing that I would have looked down my nose at when I was young and wild; now it feels like balm for the soul. It is such a gentle thing to do. Nice, smiling people bring their children; entire families are gathered together, admiring the espaliers and the borders and the fruit cages. Complete strangers stopped to admire and pat the Pigeon, who loves nothing more than making new friends. It was very sweet and touching and just the exact thing I needed.
It is about four miles away from us, and it has some of the finest views in the county:
The house itself is very typical of the local vernacular:
I went a bit mad in the laburnum walk, it was so spectacular:
I'm not a mad fan of hostas, but these were magnificent:
I love this green planting:
And these gorgeous pollarded fruit trees:
And here are the mixed borders. Note the lupins, which are very typical of the area. I can't plant them myself because they remind me too much of Monty Python. (It's an each to each thing.) I always thought of lupins as a most Scottish flower, but in fact they are native to north America, and only came here as recently as 1826. So that is my fact for the day:
The oriental poppies and flag irises look lovely together:
And the blue of the nepeta against the yellow euphorbia is very good:
The Pigeon, having a little rest after enchanting the crowds: