This is Stella McCartney's garden, as featured in Vogue
I find myself longing for the hedgerows to stir. Don't get me wrong, they are very noisy with chirruping and chirping, each morning the birdsong volume increases a notch as they are beginning to resume residence. As yet though there is very little sign of soft furnishings! I do love the sparse winter landscape, the structure of familiar trees and hedgerows revealed and the muted palette...But there comes a moment, like now, when you begin to sense that perhaps sap is rising and buds will unfurl. Yes, I want to find the hedgerows white again but this time with the froth of cow parsley.
I have been thinking intently about and watching this garden, unfamiliar still. Oh! there are drifts of snowdrops in the orchard and crocus self sown in the gravel on the drive and daffodils pushing up in clumps around all the large trees. Someone once really loved this garden and so I watch and think about what I might improve whilst celebrating daily discoveries.
Gardens have been created to celebrate love for centuries and I am inspired by Stella McCartney's Anniversary Garden, created for her by her husband.
It really is stunning isn't it? If you have time check out the whole gallery at Vogue's website here
Image on left from bforbonnie, image on right vintage "Cottage Garden" fabric by Collier Campbell
I really admire the colour combinations, especially the purple leafed cherry plum as a backdrop for cow parsley, (my favourite - we were married in May and the church was festooned in balls of it!) purple hued sweet rocket and tall grasses. Ostara swing by Myburgh Designs
When I win the lottery I am planning to sit in this copper swing seat and look out across the Weald!
In the meantime I am besotted by the writing and engravings of Clare Leighton in her book "Four Hedges". She writes...
" spring seems to come suddenly. We have weeks of frost, when the earth resists all efforts to move it, and ice lies thick on the water butts in the midday sun, and birds gather at the kitchen window for food. But one day we turn to one another and say that spring has come. We can almost imagine that we know the exact half hour of its arrival, as though it were a visible guest."
A dollop of snow, a dose of influenza and a dowager granny visit....
On the first morning of the big snow-fall I opened the window onto a very hushed orchard...I have been consciously photographing the NEW Lane every season to capture the changes and record our new home in all her guises.
I thought it would be fun to show some of them now, as the contrast is so amazing...
..and then the influenza gripped me and I disappeared into a haze of paracetamol and hot water bottles. Snowed in and alone as Mr.Lane was stuck in Manchester...dreams of the rainbow drops...and some dedicated nursing by the Boodle...
Then Granny came, accompanied by Magpie and Mr.Fox, this was very very special. A chance to pay back an amazing lady for all the hundreds of kindnesses shown me throughout childhood and beyond.
(you can read a little bit more about my Granny here)
And now quiet, as the sun begins to set I remember I wanted to show you the crocus on the drive.
Have a wonderful weekend,
I have missed you and am off to catch up on all the goings on in your worlds.
Oh good, you found me!
It is such a little Lane and hard to find! This is where I carve my name in the bark.
Stepping down the Lane you will find tales from the Sussex High Weald and other everyday ramblings!
I simply like to notice things, you know just to be curious that's what I do!