Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
Last Saturday I pulled a shameful amount of weeds from my vegetable patch.
So the following day I felt perfectly justified in wandering around Darsham Nurseries trilling ‘Oh how beautiful’.
Forget the shade bit, I enjoyed coffee and incredible pastries in the autumn sunshine and discovered the most enchanting potager.
There were cosmos bobbing among the cabbages and onions sauntering through garlands of amaranthus. Chives elbowed their way past purple ageratum while haughty zinnias commanded over regiments of salad.
In my exuberance I stopped the gardener in his tracks. I detained him with questions about lettuce seeds and climbing beans, annuals and artistry, then departed, inspired to exchange weeds for flowers in my own patch next year.
And the gardener? He got straight back to work of course… there's no sitting in the shade for him!