In the arched brick entrance, notes from the head gardener written onto a slate with single blooms arranged in a lovely wooden stand. Terracotta pots labeled in chalk...simple and honest, I make a mental note to do this myself...instead of a gift tag.You can read more from the gardeners here.
Garden and buildings converge at Sissinghurst to create a beautiful English symphony of brickwork, oak timbers, hung tiles all festooned with foliage and flower. They heighten one another.
I saw something of Vita in this statuesque visitor, perfectly attired visitor.
A walk past a meadow brimful with sweet grass and dozing lambs brings me to a fully formed and large kitchen garden with flowers for cutting...hooray...
Just glorious to see big Siss looking so fantastic!I consider Sissinghurst the elder sister to my other favourite gardens Great Dixter and of course Perch Hill.
My head is swirling with iris and rose scented joy...summertime breezes whisper in my ear.
Inhaling deeply I head for home.