At the beginning of each year I promise myself that this is the year that I’ll have my perfect garden, my own piece of Eden .. packed full of flowers, scent, bees and butterflies, and birdsong. As most gardeners know, perfection is never achieved. Where’s the fun in that! There are always patches that need tweaking, plants that need moving. That orange flower that suddenly appears in your border of white and leaves you bemused at how the heck it got there!
I was so late planting seeds and cuttings this year, what with the desperately awful winter and spring weather, and a somewhat personally challenging beginning to the new year. Now, I have a greenhouse bursting at the seams with seedlings and a garden that has conveniently decided to fill in all the gaps and leave me no space! All those years ( and expense) of cramming plants in has finally paid off.
Gardens can be emotional spaces, a place of hope, calm and serenity. They are planted as a celebration, in remembrance, dedicated to journeys through adversity, somewhere to evoke memories. Or simply as a haven to wander through with a glass of wine or cup of coffee ..
Whether you have a window box, or a garden the size of Chatsworth, I hope you find your little piece of Eden there.