Old Swan House Garden in July 2018

On one of the hottest driest summers on record, the garden has stood up well.

Come in....to the smallest fenced wildflower meadow ever...

The wildflower meadow at the end of the path

 

The helenium is especially fine this year

The box balls have stood up well to the heat

The grass garden in full somg 

The wall border after Ispahan is over

The helenium and the lower wall border

Echinacea love the heat

The new box pyramids have added to the 'weight' at this end of the garden

The house with its wall of box 0 with the new box walk behind the tree

Hampton Court Flower Show 2018

Hampton Court

Visiting Hampton Court Flower Show again after many years was a pleasure in many ways, not least because on a very warm day much of the area was shaded by trees and there were plenty of places to sit down as well as to eat and drink, unlike Chelsea.  The surroundings are of course magnificent and it's a joy not have to drive in and out of London, but the show still has gardens of good quality, though more modest both in number and design.

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Mottisfont Rose Garden June 2018

Viktoria Gul working in the rose garden

Blairii No 1

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NGS Evening at the Harold Hiller Garden June 2018

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Old Swan House Garden in June 2018

That garden is now almost at its peak in early June. The euphorbia no longer dominate as they have suffered the 'Chelsea Chop' but the roses have suddenly all come out and Mme Alfred Carriere is scrambling up the neighbour's yew, the roses having been properly pruned and tied back for the first time this winter.

The grasses have grown quickly after their hard pruning in March and the mounds of alchemilla have become astonishingly large. The fireworks of Stipa gigantea dominate at the moment before Miscanthus Professor Richard Hansen takes over as the tallest grass, becoming a golden searchlight in the autumn.

The wildflower meadow - probably the smallest in the country to be enclosed with estate fencing - is brimming with plants and has had had an additional supply of oxeye daisy and - hopefully - some teazle added to the mix, which now surrounds an old staddle stone.

The horse surveys the top of the garden and the addition box balls and pyramids

There is new box walk around the pond that looks particularly good lit up at night.

Only the lawns are a disappointment this year, but should soon be brought back to lush greeness.

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See also Blithe Moment


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Blithe Moment

There is a blithe moment in the gardening year when the frosts are past and all is in a state of becoming.
Nothing is dying or fallen, and little pruning is needed except to control exuberant growth.
Sweeping or tiding up is at its least insistent. And even the lawn seems not yet to grow so strongly.
That moment is sometime in early June when the breeze is gentle, and the garden seems suspended in
light. 

Chelsea Flower Show 2018

Spirit of Cornwall Designed by Stuart Charles Towner with Studio Evans Lane Sponsored by VTB Capital

South African Wine Estate Designed by Jonathan Snow Sponsored by Trailfinders Ltd

Omotenashi no Niwa -The Hospitality Garden by Kazuyuki Ishihara 

Designed by Nic Howard Sponsored by David Harber and Savills

  Eco-City Garden    Designed by Hay-Joung Hwang Built by Randle Siddeley

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Favourite Writings - Love v Desire - JD McClatchy

A desire can be a vague wish, a sharp craving, a steadfast longing, a helpless obsession. It can signal an absence or a presence, a need or a commitment, an ideal or an impossibility. The root of the word “desire” links it to consider and to terms of investigation and augury, thereby reminding us that desire is often less what we feel than what we think about what we feel. And the still deeper root of the word links it to star and shine, as if our desires, and bright centers of our being, were also like the fixed fates in the heavens, determining the course of our lives. Indeed, our mundane experience of desire often coincides with this sense of something beyond our control, of something confusing, something driving us beyond the bounds of habit or reason. It is the heart of our hearts, the very stuff of the self. Desire explodes past borders of time or law. It drifts through veils of propriety. It cannot be confined by social expectations or strictures.

Love is something else again. As mysterious as are the ways of desire, and as disconcerting its effects, love is desire raised to a higher power. It can be as consuming as desire, but it lasts longer. Love is the quality of attention we pay to things. Love is both the shrine and the idol. Love is what we make of other people, and what they make of us. It can be as dispassionate as a Zen monk’s, or as wasting as the Romantic hero’s.

Love has nothing to do with behavior or circumstance. Love doesn’t require sexual expression, or even a meeting, just as it continues, often stronger, after the beloved’s death.

See also Favourite Writings - Friendship

Old Swan House Garden Video April 2018

Working in the garden April 2018

A video walk-though of the garden in April 2018

Favourite Writings - We Are All Chained To Fortune

We are all chained to fortune: the chain of one is made of gold, and wide, while that of another is short and rusty. But what difference does it make? The same prison surrounds all of us, and even those who have bound others are bound themselves; unless perchance you think that a chain on the left side is lighter. Honors bind one man, wealth another; nobility oppresses some, humility others; some are held in subjection by an external power, while others obey the tyrant within; banishments keep some in one place, the priesthood others. All life is slavery. Therefore each one must accustom himself to his own condition and complain about it as little as possible, and lay hold of whatever good is to be found near him. 

The wise man … does not need to walk about timidly or cautiously: for he possesses such self-confidence that he does not hesitate to go to meet fortune nor will he ever yield his position to her: nor has he any reason to fear her, because he considers not only slaves, property, and positions of honor, but also his body, his eyes, his hands, — everything which can make life dearer, even his very self, as among uncertain things, and lives as if he had borrowed them for his own use and was prepared to return them without sadness whenever claimed. 

Seneca

See also The Tale of Heike