So as you can see, it is blowing a hooligan today and therefore no garden pottering is on the cards. Or boring but necessary runs along the canal. Amos is sleeping in the bedroom and I have taken up residence at the kitchen table with coffee, laptop and books.
Today I have been reading Garden Design by David Hicks, which was lent to me by the Garden Poet last time we were in Devon. Interestingly it is nearly all in black and white, because his focus is texture and structure, but there is a section in colour which is concerned with his favourite type of gardens - green gardens. I like that touch and the gardens he shows are very beautiful. If I had a huge garden I would certainly like to have a green enclave, but in my tiny plot I want everything I can get. I sometimes think that green gardens are the preserve of those who are rich in space and can afford to have sections fallow. What I mean is without the plants that bring joy - in green gardens calmness and serenity abound, but I need joy. To me this means fragrant lavender by my front door, tumbling Geranium Orion seen from my back door, ripe pinky-gold Compassion rose brushed by silver eucalyptus. To each, what brings us joy.
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