We rather meanly only open in the summer. But I obsessively take photographs of the garden all year round. I wrote about it in the Telegraph.
You will look in vain for plant names – unless you send me them, in which case I will add them.
So I thought I might as well do something with some of them (there are thousands – it’s too easy with digital, isn’t it?). Here is autumn!
The Garden
That’s it for now. Xxxx
“The question to ask is, ‘what is here that is true, that is underneath the superficial things? What is here that matters?”
Autobiography of a Garden is about the garden making, Pat’s life, the history of the land, the ideas, the art, the plants and the devouring deer.
But to dream, and perhaps more importantly, to innovate, we should inspire ourselves globally:
“Have issue. You were so adamant that you wouldn’t go to Chelsea again. Discuss, please”.
. And now, knowing we won’t live forever, we’re thinking about what will happen to the house and garden when we die.
The garden is actually interestingly old fashioned. It’s not just the bedding but the relentless inclusion of every garden cliché, however brilliantly executed.
I don’t imagine you expected the world of horticulture and gardens to escape the decolonising agenda. But if you have concerns …
“Maintaining tradition is only really helpful when the result is positive…”
So lovely, no wonder you keep it to yourself.
I wouldn’t if I didn’t find keeping it all visitor ready and meeting and greeting exhausting. Shame really. Thanks!
Well there’s one photo you should sell to GAP. Caption it “Man riding on lawn mower.” Then you could sell it along with Charles’ photo of “Woman riding on lawn mower” as a matched pair! Though in his photo you were actually doing something rather than posing 🙂 xx
Nice idea. But he wasn’t posing, he was accidentally smiling!
Glorious x
Looking good! I particularly like the dark purple tone of that bush in front of the vitas on on the right hand side in the last pic. What is it?
“vitis” obviously. Spell check = death to hort. names.
Understood! Bother – a couple of rather more usually browny purpley shrubs, that names of which are currently escaping me. I will come back to you when the names pop back up. Xxx
Looks lovely..a beautiful garden in all seasons.
Thank you, Helen. xx
“Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness” indeed. Well, maybe no fruit but certainly very mellow. Wish we had such fall beauty.
Inescapable, that wonderful poem. Always creeping in the autumnal consciousness. It is a very beautiful season here and much less to do with me than summer. Does it all by itself somehow, beyond arrangement.
It’s a shame that the NGS gardens are usually open from 2 until 5, and the majority in May and June. Professional photographers usually want to prowl in gardens at dawn. I like to prowl at dusk (glass in hand). The last two weeks of October are such a delight in gardens, Anne, thanks for sharing.
What beautiful sights and sites, Anne. Thank you for sharing. We are awash with autumn colours here in Southern Ontario, and I treasure every day.
Sadly, I think wind and rain are on their way here! It has been great though, truly magic.
Looks lovely. We must visit next season as we are often in Bristol
You would be most welcome! Xx
Stunningly beautiful – am jealous!!
Ah – think of the work and the upkeep! Xx