The Golfer takes great delight in informing any visitors who want to have a nose around the garden that it is ‘designed and maintained by someone under five feet tall’ which is, I have to admit, strictly true. The implication, of course, is that anyone taller than me will be inconvenienced by overhanging greenery and the like – an exaggeration, albeit with a small but unintentional element of truth. On wet days like today, however, even shorties like me have to bear the brunt of exuberant raindrop laden growth, particularly in the woodland edge border which takes on an even denser and lusher appearance and generally encourages a different direction to my rambles.
Despite the dampness of these rambles I have still been able to carry out some minor tasks today, but mostly have just been enjoying the freshness and lushness of it all. In particular the roses have suddenly become emblazoned with colour, looking wonderful even in the heaviest downpours and now giving more than just a hint of their fragrance as you approach the rose garden itself. Somehow the photographs don’t do them justice, other than in individual close ups, but nevertheless here is a view through the rose garden, with Zépherine Drouhin, Guinée and Mme Alfred Carrière. Blush Noisette on the surrounding fences is in bud but not flowering yet.
Rambling Rector is building up for an early display with masses of buds becoming increasingly but meanwhile, outside the front door, Pink Perpetué defies the lack of a traditional decent location by beginning its annual flowery profusion in its tiny raised bed: