Dream gardens
I have been reading a wonderful post at Esther's Boring Garden blogspot (and don't be fooled. She was just too modest to call it Esther's fascinating garden blog which is what it is.) In it she talks about her dream garden, not a fantasy garden but the way parts of her real garden represent bits of a dream: a single primrose by the path is a bank of primroses. It resonated strongly with me. I suspect most gardeners have a dream version of their own garden. It's that dream that keeps us plotting and planting and musing about our gardens. That sensation is very strong when you are slowly making a garden. So much of my garden as yet in is my head and what is happening on the ground is sometimes something of a surprise, so vivid are things in my mind's eye. So here are some of my dream spots. Under the viburnum by the gate to the field the soil is shaded and dry. In my head it is marbled with cyclamen and dancing with epimedium....