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Well, we finally decided, after the Welsh government just kept on locking us down, to stay closed this year. The risks and problems seem just too much. So we’ve gone on having the garden to ourselves. Well, almost – we’ve had some happy visits from friends.

I talked about the costs and pleasures of opening with one friend, as we walked round the garden. She had also decided not to open this year.

We discussed how it is that that pink Valerian in the middle distance manages to work so well with the reds and yellows.

We thought about how opening can mean you meet some really interesting people, but then they leave and you never see them again. I was thinking this was perhaps inevitable, because of the nature of the encounter, then we remembered it was actually how we had met. And I have been lucky enough to make some other friends through garden opening. But it’s comparatively rare, though I think it was one of the things I most hoped for from opening the garden. Most of my friends, perhaps strangely, are not primarily interested in gardens.

We decided (I think) it’s because the pink is strong enough. (This is the Valerian you can glimpse in the photo above)

As many readers will know, I avoid doing garden tours. I am shy and find it hard to face, suffering something like stage fright every time I meet strangers. And I find it hard, on paths designed for just one or two people, to manage talking to a large group. And what to say? What will be of interest to all of them?

But there is great joy in walking round the garden with a genuinely interested one, two – or three -? people. As there was the other day with Sue. Part of the pleasure is familiarity with each other’s gardens, the problems and possibilities: one garden can illuminate the other. Part of the pleasure is problem solving or sharing – there is no shame in failures with a friend.

We spent a long time here trying to distinguish the weeds from the plants……

And most important, perhaps, there is the pleasure of sharing a pleasure. It is special, and important, to be able to show someone a flower that is a delight. And for the first time I realised that that is an innocent pleasure. I am not really responsible for the beauty of a flower, there is no showing off in sharing it. Just the good in being able to give pleasure to someone else.

And I recognised that the same applies even where I am more responsible. There is great pleasure in sharing a result of planning, planting and designing. In the garden this often feels as much like luck as good management, given the vagaries of the weather, the idiosyncrasies of plants, the miscalculations of the garden maker. So while there may be some pride in hitting the (momentary) spot, it is always tinged with astonishment that you may actually have pulled it off this time. And that is a pleasure which is very good to share.

Persicaria alpina – strange name for the big cream coloured plant to the left

I sometimes don’t even tell Charles the struggle I may be putting into achieving a particular result. For example, I had a Persicaria alpina in the Crescent Border (above) and saw what a dramatic and prolonged flowering it offers. I imagined that instead of an unbalanced one, at one side of the border, I could have several, all through the border. I will probably tell you all just what this involved sometime, as there are things to discover about planting into a border full of very well established, vigorous plants. But my point here is that there is a pleasure too in sharing the progress of such a plan with a sympathetic someone. I now have six of them surviving and I expect to be able to see them next year. Then the year after……

And there is consolation in sharing disasters with a sympathetic friend…..

Dead yew. Much sympathy required.

I suppose I’ve too often reproached myself for what I think of as ‘showing off’ and maybe too often noticed how unsatisfying simple praise can be. But those things tend to be associated with distance – the distance from an ‘audience’. I’ve sometimes thought at the theatre, you can clap and cheer all you like, but I bet the actors get most from the praise of a colleague. There is an inevitable need for publicity when you’re selling a garden (or a book) so we must publish pictures on social media, for example, and hope they look special. (And sometimes you have to plonk them in a blog post to break up all the verbosity.) It’s nice when people ‘like’ them but it’s not terribly rewarding. Neither, truly, is just having people look at the garden. It’s remunerative and for that reason maybe important. But how could it be closer to the pleasure of wandering a garden with a friend? Or even one, two – or maybe three? – really interested, knowledgeable people? Could it be? Is there a way to open a garden that way?

And here’s a beautiful flower

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