Having just returned home from a few days near London with our son and dil, which followed a few days in Bristol over Christmas with our daughter and family, I need to catch up with the garden, the house and all your posts!
On our last trip away we went for a walk in a public walled garden in Sunbury-on-Thames. First glance round showed a very neat, tidy garden, very formal, looking as if it was waiting for something to happen.
There were lots of urns planted up with winter planting,
and when I looked closer, I began to see all sorts braving the cold wind that was blowing the day we visited. I found a lovely witch hazel which had quite a perfume when I got close and personal.
I couldn’t see any labels to tell me which one it was, but according to our dil, most of the plants have been donated in memory of loved ones.
I don’t think any of my Muscari are anywhere near flowering, but some of these have gone over already.
I managed to find a lonely Hellebore in one of the borders, looking rather pretty.
While bending down to photograph the Hellebore I found that I had company, such a beautiful cat with the softest fur and such a cute face!
In a corner of the garden I found a Camellia which I think is the same as mine that is flowering so early this year . When I got home I checked that any frost hadn’t damaged any petals while I had been away, all was safe, the bush is looking better than ever.
We spotted this dragonfly sculpture on the wall in memory of a young man who had tragically died a few years ago.
In the same corner of the garden where I found the Camellia, we also discovered a gallery built by the Sunbury Embroiderers to house this wonderful panel created for the Millenium. There were lots of other embroideries hanging in the gallery, but this one was done by people with various experience, some raw beginners, some almost professional, it was stunning.
You know how I can’t resist a bit of sculpture, this one , for obvious reasons, is called The Knot!
I was fascinated by this painting of poppies, it will be auctioned off in a couple of weeks to raise money for the Royal Marines Benevolent Fund. I was told that the lady who painted it was blind and that her paints tell her which colour they are when she picks them up – fantastic!
We then left the walled garden and a short walk brought us to a rather grey, cold looking River Thames. It was too cold to linger, so we quickly returned home.