‘I do sincerely trust
that the benediction
that is always awaiting me
in my garden may by degrees be more deserved and that I may grow in grace and patience and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers
I so much love.’ Elizabeth von Arnim
Sowrote Edna O’Brien
many years ago but July wasn’t especially good either, weather-wise at least. Many of
the garden plants had been so battered by wind and rain that their full
potential wasn’t appreciated as it should have been.
It was warmer, however, and
July in Pablo’s garden was most notable for the gorgeous scents that pervaded
the air; in particular the philadelphus or mock orange whose heady perfume was
better than anything Jo Malone has produced so far.
A shady spot for reflection
Similarly the honeysuckle, or
woodbine, which is best enjoyed at night when it is at its most intoxicating,
deliberately so to attract moths which pollinate the flowers.
It was wonderful to be able to
sit in the garden and reflect on the delights yet to enjoy in August and to
look forward to adding autumn colour with a visit to my favourite nursery at
Egglestone Hall. En route I had an interesting visit to Blue Gentian Crafts to
select a new bench for Pablo’s garden, of which more later.