A flowery tale

Organiser of forthcoming village Garden Safari rings to congratulate me on prominent photo of self, husband and garden in this week’s local paper, apparently appearing above photo of local MP who will also be opening garden to public. Am forced to point out that standards of local journalism are perhaps not all that they could be, as no press photographer has visited us since previous Safari two years ago;  though am of course greatly relieved that we have not had to repeat our awkward pose with trowels and rictus smiles among the peonies.

Preparations for Safari pleasantly interrupted yesterday by visit from nephew who has finished first year at university and is leaving bike with us over summer. Slightly disconcerted to discover that actual teaching for year stopped some time in March, and spend some time discussing Value For Money,  as well as Roman Britain, music festivals in Czech Republic, and interesting perspectives on our local cathedral city afforded by his part-time job in its McDonald’s. Wave goodbye to him at bus stop as primary school disgorges excited children and exhausted parents from annual PFTA Summer Fayre and am struck by how distant my many years of Children’s Tombola or Hook-A-Teddy duties now seem.

Enjoyed reading my lovely friend’s post on inspirations for gardening, and spend some time thinking about influences on own garden; narrow it down to all the books, magazines and blogs I’ve ever read, and all the beautiful places I’ve ever visited, and realise that I might have been slightly over-ambitious trying to encapsulate all of this in a small plot regularly trampled by dog, tortoise and ball-playing children;  though still hope that one day it will magically combine the best of Sissinghurst,  Christian Dior’s Garden and my late mother’s lovingly-tended Herbaceous Border.

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12 thoughts on “A flowery tale

    • Yes, I rather hope for his sake that the Safari team provided him with a “No Political Haranguing” sign. And always a pleasure to mention you x

  1. I have very similar hopes for my garden one day. In the meantime, something is broken out there every day by flying golfballs and children. Mine is certainly not something anyone would ever want to come and see on a safari. There’s not even a tortoise. Well done for falling into the same category as your local MP. Does that mean you won’t be able to go and nose round his garden though? CJ xx

    • I’m telling myself that people will be interested in seeing all sorts of gardens and am going to market mine as A Family Garden. Yes, I must admit that I would quite like a nose round the MP’s (no doubt much grander) garden but will probably be here the whole time, so may just have to send out Spies.

    • Yes, secateurs would have been good, but I’m pretty sure that we had no choice in the matter. Local newspaper photographers always seem to have Very Firm Ideas about their pictures.

  2. Do so hope that garden safari is great success, and that garden will be considered far greater than local MP’s. Am surprised to discover brevity of university year considering costs! Am very sure that late mother would be incredibly proud of gardening efforts and that garden will be spectacular! xx

    • Thank you! Last time the tortoise in fact turned out to be the Main Attraction, and seemed to quite like the unusual degree of attention – haven’t been able to gauge how she feels about the prospect of doing it all again, though…

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