Sometimes I dream about having manicured acres with topiary and an army of gardeners.
I would love beautiful, original art work in the garden.
A big, fat, stone frog perhaps.
A Japanese tea house…
And a flock of pink flamingos.
I would love an ancient tower to write in.
A wild flower meadow full of native orchids would be wonderful.
And a beautifully maintained walled garden to supply vegetables all year round.
And I would really love a rill and an arboretum of rare and ancient trees. And a long drive lined with lime trees and an infinity swimming pond. And I yearn for an orangery and a massive greenhouse.
But then I look back at the pictures of my house and garden, and I realise I wouldn’t swap them for any of these things. My funny, higgledy- piggledy house was built more than 500 years ago. Upstairs, there are sloping, oak floors and nothing anywhere is even or level. It is a quirky little house, full of character and I can’t imagine living anywhere else. And the garden is my creation and my dream. Some of the trees and plants were planted before our time here and I am grateful for them, but I have redesigned every inch of the garden and made it my own. Most of the plants have been carefully chosen by me and many of them grown from seed or cuttings. And it gives me great joy; this is where I belong.
Happy New Year to everybody and thank you for reading my blog. It gives me so much pleasure to share my garden with you, and I enjoy reading all about yours. I hope you will stay with me through 2022 as I have an exciting new project to share with you later in the year. I hope all your new year’s day dreams come true. And I wish you health and happiness and continued joy in your gardens.