Yes, I’ve been neglecting anyone who is kind enough to follow this blog. And right now I’m somewhat out of words, having been frantically book writing in every spare moment since June…words words words..
So, I’m cheating. Some pictures of Veddw in November. (though it’s not usually like this at the moment – we are having plenty November wetandmiserable.)
That’s it folks! Back to book….
“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…”
and….
Lovely views. My garden was looking great until an arctic front decided to change all that. I do understand about not having any words. We writers simply must recover from our work.~~Dee
Are you buried in snow?! It’s just mostly wet here until the sun shines and it’s transformed. Wouldn’t mind a little cold but not five feet of snow.
I think that we need a discussion about the definition of “spare moment” as yours seems somewhat narrow. But, as there’s yet to be a frost here, I still have roses blooming, New Guinea impatiens covered in flowers with buds hiding underneath, fuchsias flowering their little socks off, a single strawberry that is ripening slowly. The blackbirds got the last of the grapes but they’ve left some berries on the pyracantha. Little dots of colour around the garden. But the trees seem to be going from green to bare – no intervening autumnal leaf colours. Black house spiders running around looking for a mate but stopping to have a little tickle on the back. And still finding little inch long frogs everywhere. Wonderful isn’t it?
It is a weird year but I understand frost is now on its way. Though perhaps not five feet of snow!
Lovely photography of a special place – looking forward to the book!
Charles says he’s enjoying it! (the book) Xxx
Totally gorgeous. Clearly worth visiting all year around
Well, probably not in the rain in November – the sun makes so much difference at this time of year.