Saturday, 24 August 2013

Tillypronie garden opening

The Tillypronie garden is opening tomorrow afternoon (Sunday 25th August, from 2 until 5pm), so I'm hoping that the weather forecast is accurate, and that the skies will be clear. The garden is looking lovely: the heather is out, and scented like honey; the herbaceous borders are blooming and the water garden flourishing; while nestled beside the house, lavenders and jasmines are still flowering. Along the lane, wild raspberries are growing, and cornflowers wave between the harebells. Much baking is already underway for the teas (scones, flapjacks, and a great many cakes), and I have been gathering sweet-peas, which are heavenly this year.
Somebody said to me the other day that gardening is the closest thing to play for grownups, and though I'm sure many professional horticulturalists would disagree (any full-time job is hard work), I find it a beguiling mix of being soothing and absorbing. There's something about dead-heading roses or weeding the rockery that clears my mind of the infernal, internal chatter of workaday worries or stress. You can never finish a garden, which is one of the things I love about gardening -- and nature is a good antidote to the idea of control, or completion, or deadlines (in the words of Margaret Atwood, 'gardening is not a rational act'). In the four years that I've been coming to Tillypronie, the garden has taught me that it is futile to plant anything that rabbits and deers find delicious, and that the weather will always outfox us. Instead, I've learned to appreciate the joys of self-sewing plants (foxgloves, forget-me-nots, bluebells), and to bless the rugged rosa rugosa, that survives the hungriest rabbits and the deepest snows.
Anyway, it was a great pleasure to meet so many people at the last garden opening, at the beginning of June -- including the visitors who had been evacuees to the school at Tillypronie during the Second World War -- and I'm looking forward to talking to other visitors soon.


Natalia | Fashioned by Love said...

Gardening is one of the most wonderful and simplest ways to reconnect with nature, your happy self and your inner child and there is something incredibly satisfying in growing plants, from the tiny fragile seeds to the most marvellous creations.
And the way you describe it is just... delicious! x

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Biba50 said...

Every photograph looks so lovely and so inviting.
Also, I have to say, Justine, Harpers is simply divine with you at the may feel exhausted,but it is fabulous xxx

jaywalker said...

Hi Justine. A confession - I thought you had found it necessary to give up your blog due to work commitments (which would have been understandable) as I hadn't seen an entry since February so I gave up looking. I now realise that for some reason the bookmarked address wasn't refreshing as it should have done and found you again by accident, by googling to see what you were up to!

In the meantime we have had two months in the UK and Italy, and the Channel Islands and we also went to Buck Palace but only to the Coronation Festival Garden Party so didn't meet HM. We also went to Covent Garden - to see Angela Ghiorghu in La Rondine which was beautifully done and to the Verona Arena to see Traviata which was probably the highlight of the trip.

Tillypronie looks gorgeous and I am glad I found you again. BTW, the photo of our own lovely garden party is on the wall at our U3A and constantly reminds me of that very special day.

Lilac In May said...

We've missed you Jaywalker. Justine I have to say, I love your influence at HB, I'm changing my mag subscription this Christmas, a big deal for me - I've been taking the same mag for 10 years...

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