Three gardens

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Dear Monty,



This time of year the owners of garden businesses and the media are attacking our senses with shows and merchandise, and I end up suffering from overload and stress that I need more to my garden to justify even calling it a garden.

I can't help thinking that I have made a mistake by opening my garden - because it is just really a weedy green clearing a controlled wilderness with one or two flowery things, a dog, a couple of chickens and the occasional grandchild or two. Oh yes and lots of washing on the line.






I visited two 'proper' gardens last weekend, Dyffryn House Gardens near Cardiff, and an NGS opening of the Glanusk Estate Gardens near Crickhowell. They are both large gardens - landscapes really. Dyffryn in particular is made to be seen from the long vista in front of the house, and the grand scale gives a sense of awe, but seeing these places close up I realise that weeds and diseases are ubiquitous and not only that, they are present even in the grandest of gardens. So all in all I feel reassured even with my dead and frosted hydrangeas.


Dyffryn House





Dyffryn House

Glanusk








Who said gardening is relaxing and good for mental health ?


Coal Tip Cloister Garden


Paul.

Comments

  1. Anne Wareham29 May 2017 at 23:30

    Yes, but you get a bad time for saying so, in my experience! Xxxx

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    1. Paul Steer30 May 2017 at 08:45

      A good job nobody reads this blog then !x

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  2. Charles Hawes5 June 2017 at 11:04

    Hoping for a fine day for your NGS opening next weekend!

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    1. Paul Steer5 June 2017 at 13:44

      Me too - just had to rescue flopped and flattened grasses and cut broken limbs from shrubs - all in all a bit of a mess - but that is what life is like we have to get on with it ..... 'Never mind' xx

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