_______________________ WELCOME to The Secret Garden__________
Bella,is peeping through the gate,as little Keats looks on with her one good eye,the other having been removed when she was a young pup.
Old George keeps an eye on the front garden
In the next Part ; Beyond this Garden Gate?
The Secret Garden
It is here from the outside that the garden gate swings open with a welcome smile,so please come on in. A fresh shower has just passed over,this part of our garden. This is our tiny evergreen garden. Tiny true,but remember that up is free?
The spikey Yukka,one of two stands guard just inside the gate. "Watch your eyes," I am always telling my Mrs B," You only get one set of eyes in this life you know?" The wet pathway runs its little course around the Lion Feature now covered almost over by Ivy and spiders webs. Beneath a little pool well fit for our resident frogs rests silent still and overgrown. Later I`ll get new pictures of this feature that has a large ivy clad Pergalor over its head. The brick`s that line the pathway were those we collected from the Wood that flanks our garden on two sides. Dumped and scattered far and wide each one fetched home in our overworked metal barrow, with its wobble of a soft front flat wheel.
Here we have large concrete balls home made mixed and cast up into plastic beach type balls! I made a few of mixed sizes using smaller playfull balls too. There to the right the Oak beams reach up supporting the Pergalor, which one hot summer Mrs B,and I had made up ourselves with many a cheerful smile and wicked laugh. 12 foot Posts & Bolts of iron too. A Gothic design well fit to mask a plain upright house wall with no feature except that of flaking old white paint. 17 years before It truly had been such a sad unused empty space. The plain stark wall of the house,void of any window, and a triangle piece of ground with an old shed leaning well tired and worn out,as if it had been in some odd race,and had stopped to catch its second wind,but had given up, and had then lost all hope of that prize so simply flopped against an old fence panel for support.
The paving slabs were all spotted oddly throughout all the outside spaces not really fit to be described as any sort of gardens at all,but they were all lifted stacked to one side and when design had been drawn and actions put into play,they the heavy concrete slabs were laid in place where they still are. Tiny evergreen Ferns,and Palms,and Grasses and cuttings from here and there were planted .Now they are over all reaching their spot allotted to them,and I suppose that I dare say this my favourite evergreen part,is truly a finished garden. For you who are starting out upon creating a garden think and buy small plants,but think and Big,and let them all grow at natures pace.
The strong gate now swings closed ,and is bolted with three steel bolts, but there is much more to see in our Fiddle Wood property,because the garden winds its way as if an old river bed.
Our garden seat made from offcuts from Oak fence Posts,and house bricks.
This lady stands just within the limits of this garden ,and she is framed well when viewed from the next little garden, by another Gothic style Arbour of solid Oak. Coloured baked in the oven glass has been slotted into place high above heads as they pass through upon their sight seeing trip
The next garden will be shown at a much later date because the Summer Bedding is now being put into play. Mrs B`s green fingers,and not mine. See Ya Later. BB
This is part of our pond,and if you look closely you will see Fred & MayBell. BB