I often look around our series of outdoor rooms and think of the quote from Goethe ‘…architecture is frozen music…’ and wonder if I am being a bit fanciful in wanting to describe our gardens as ‘nature’s orchestra’?
Those huge trees that provide the permanent backdrop to the garden layout are the bass section, the larger shrubs the cello and saxophone, the climbers and creepers the violins, the brightly flowered annuals the bravura brass, and the more delicate plants the flute and viola.
I can hear this lily playing 76 Trombones as I march past.
Percussion is provided by the rustling of the eucalyptus trees, while the fountains represent the tinkllng of the zylophone or a ripple on a keyboard. Lady Edith’s all important fragrance is the melody, starting low in the spring, swelling in the summer months and dying away in the autumn, when crunchy leaves take over the cymbals – we can choose the rhythm with the regularity of our footsteps.
Huge pots represent the tympanies.
Noah raises his arms to conduct the whole ensemble and the creatures of the ark, the herms and topiary figures are a quietly appreciative audience.
But, I’ve indulged my fancy for too long and alas, this year’s concert is over. This is my last blog of the season and I want to say a big thank you for all those ‘likes’, to those who got the jokes, and to Paul, Jonny, Lisa, Louise, Kenny, Barbara, Rachel, and Lesley for their patient help with queries about those pesky plants that kept blooming so fast I couldn’t keep up with them. I’ve loved Neil’s marvellous, inspirational, garden walks – will he ever be finished planning? Don’t think so! And a special thank you to Jill who allowed me to fill in for her (we miss you), thank you for the opportunity to learn lots of wonderful things about flowers, and to do a little extra volunteering!
I’ll sign off with another quote, this one by Ralph Waldo Emerson – ‘The Earth Laughs in Flowers’. Certainly a walk round Edith, Lady Londonderry’s Land of Heart’s Delight cannot fail to lift your spirits and bring a smile to your face.