Visiting Larglea yesterday – I was happy to see that spring is working its usual magic.
Griffin was there to greet me.
The climbing rose has not yet wrapped its soft pink arms about the strong old rhododendron trunks – like a young girl in her first embrace.
Ranks of bluebells invade the borders like terrorists dressed in blue uniform.
The “Lutyens” bench awaits the summer reader looking for solitude in the woodland garden.
The freckled violet peeps out shyly taking care not to get sunburnt.
The curved bench affords an unrestricted view of the summer delights awaiting in what will become the most colourful of the borders.
Insects treat the garden like a grocery store – collecting more bounty than they can carry – then drowsily alighting on the golden gravel, for a while, like ladies who lunch.
Griffin is the most unlikely of guard-dogs..preferring the penetrating stare to confrontation. His presence graceful and benign – as is the garden itself.
Myosotis – “Forget-Me-Not” seeds itself everywhere. It was the first plant I ever grew as a girl- the tiny flower-heads perfect to my young eyes.
How could I ever forget this garden?