A neighbour drops by for the first time and exclaims, “Oh, your garden is like a series of little rooms”! I like that idea; I like it a lot. My garden, like many others, has evolved and grown over time. A small walled garden surrounds my house and when that became full of Cottage Garden flowers, with no room for potatoes I made a Kitchen Garden and then a Meadow Garden.
It is hard to choose a favourite “room”, but if I had to it would always be The Meadow Garden. Rustic in style and with the grass left a little natural to blend into its surroundings, a place for compost and contemplation, this space takes me right to the heart of nature. As I plant out Brussels Sprouts and Cabbages, Buzzards soar high above and fledgling House Martins and Woodpeckers use my rabbit proof fence as a nursery as their Mothers teach them to fly.
In the early evening and after a day of planting and putting up my brassica cage, I take a stroll down there with Otto, the cat. The photos give a tiny glimpse of this special garden and my favourite seat out there, underneath a canopy of blossom.
Can you hear the birds? Otto can.