A garden visit

We were lucky enough to spend the afternoon at Leslie and Teo’s garden, higher up in the mountains near Albon.

And it was well worth the winding drive.   They do flowers with such exuberance and panache.

Leslie loves her roses.   And is fortunate that Teo travels up to Belgium at just the right time for the plant nurseries to have their annual sales.   Cheap! Heaven.

But it’s not just roses; her poppies are absurdly tall and floriforous.   And the new large garden bed which was finished over the winter has come through the cold extremely well.

Leslie’s woven fences put mine to shame. And Teo is a propagator extraordinaire; so I came home with my favourite scented pelargonium. I can’t remember its name but when you stroke the leaves you get an instant smell of Turkish delight.   Spooky but true.

I don’t have the space to do the pictures or the garden justice.

But here’s one more just to fill things out.

Note the clever woven willow globe in the foreground (in front of the outrageously scented dianthus).   She watched Arne Maynard’s Chelsea Garden on television and actually found the idea to make them herself.

Perfect for roses which flop. They are contained in the willow cage and look good long after the roses have gone over.