So the place to be this weekend, I know, was Glastonbury. Not for me. I spent it mostly in the courtyard garden, transfixed by a rose trémiere. When I started my blog, I was determined to avoid the ground that has already been covered elsewhere: elusive artisans, run-ins with French bureaucracy, keeping chickens and watching the vegetables grow etc But I have to make an exception for my holly hock, which I am convinced is breaking some kind of record as it pushes ever skywards [it is almost as tall as the house].
On Saturday morning, I looked out through the kitchen window and saw that it had finally bloomed: five, utterly thrilling, delicate little pink flowers. I am beginning to understand how people become so impassioned about gardening. In total, one hibiscus, two jasmine plants and half a hydrangea have survived from last summer – all in terracotta pots and with a minimum of care. Clearly these are the plants to focus on for those of us challenged in the gardening department.
Two years ago I hung up my high heels, put the Prada handbags into storage and left behind my fashionable West London life to renovate an old village house in rural France. Et voila. This blog is about what happened next....
Mimi, your garden sounds delightful! :-)