Garden visiting, looking at what is through the garden gate, especially those open for National Garden Scheme, with just an occasional foray here and there.
Christmas, for various reasons has not been at the forefront of our lives this year. In fact, if you came into the house you would wonder if it was ‘getting to look like Christmas’ at all. Instead of dusting down those old treasured decorations, unwinding twisted lengths of lights, bringing out the baubles, and welcoming those faithful fairies, we have gone for what one might call the natural and simple look, perhaps I should say, sustainable.
‘All is calm, all is bright’ as vases are filled with the tall bare twigs of Wintersweet, Chimonanthus praecox, and the little pale yellow flowers have filled the house with a wonderful fragrance. It is indeed, an absolute ‘comfort and joy’.
Outside it grows as a shrub, enjoying the warmth of a wall. Situated not far from the back door, you can catch the sweet smell of its divine scent, especially in ‘a bleak mid-winter’ when by chance the sun happens to shine (seemingly a rare occurrence in this neck of the woods).
Two years ago, it was becoming rather ungainly and so, long after it had flowered, I hacked it back. The following year it sulked and did not have its usual profusion of flowers and I was consumed with mighty dread that I may have ruined it for ever. Fear not; this year it has come back better than ever.
O come, O come, for those who are interested, this most highly fragrant lady was introduced from China in around 1766. A quick translation of Chimonanthus reveals it is all in the name; cheimon means winter, anthos is flower and praecox is the latin for ‘very early’ and so there we have it: a very early winter-flowering shrub. I have to agree with Vita Sackville-West who, writing her column in the1960’s and making it hyphenated said that ‘Winter-sweet should have a place of honour among plants that will flower out of doors during the winter months’. Yet nowadays despite the profusion of garden books, very few writers draw our attention to its magnificence and seldom do we see it growing in winter gardens.
Vita goes on to warn her readers that when purchasing a young plant you may have to wait five to six years until it flowers, but that it is well worth the wait. I wholeheartedly agree.
It so happens that nearby to my specimen and also in flower now, is another little star, the appropriately named snowdrop ‘Three Ships”. Plant both so you can enjoy one sailing in before the other begins to flower. Surely better than any Christmas bauble?
So here’s looking forward to visiting gardens next year
It was a joy to be out visiting gardens again and on my way driving to Hay-on-Wye for a jolly weekend, I found a garden open for the National Garden Scheme just the other side of Leominster, and very conveniently for me it was open on the Thursday.
You do not need to be a gardener to know that gardens opening at this time of year are all about snowdrops, and you don’t have to be a gardener to enjoy them. At Ivy Croft splashes of welcoming snowdrops appear all around the garden, either in the borders where they seem to be nudging those perennials to hurry up and push through,
whether in clumps or drifts, growing in grass or under trees, snowdrops look so appealing and just give a little ray of hope.
These were keeping warm growing up against the house. Garden owner Roger could not remember the exact name of these ‘Galanthus elwesii, a comfort to me that even the experts can get the labels muddled.
We begin our exploration of this four acre garden with the area by the house. There are those familiar winter gems all around and growing near the front door is the divinely scented Chimonanthus praecox also known appropriately as Wintersweet. I regret taking the saw to mine and if you have not got one I urge you to go and buy one.
Below, the handsome clump of soft blue winter-flowering iris catches my eye. These Algerian iris Iris unguicularis flower from November through to February, the individual flowers look quite exotic in a vase.
All gardens look a little bare at this time of year but as we venture to the front of the house an elegant seat and stone troughs add another dimension,
and to embellish the scene there is nothing like a touch of topiary …
You can see how evergreens are a necessity in any garden particularly in winter; here they soften the hard landscape and guide you along the path past the reddish brown stems of the Acer griseum.
Every Spring I mourn the fact that I have not planted enough hellebores, and as Spring gathers apace, I simply forget. These just look so heavenly.
We need some colour at this time of year and what better plant than these cheeky cyclamen emerging out of the grey stone.
Walking away from the house, the vibrant stems of the Cornus draw us into the wilder area of the garden. Wild it may look but I know these parts of the garden can be a lot of work.
I can’t help but admire the green of the conifer, its branches elegantly flowing down to the ground and am surprised to find it is Chamaecyparis lawsoniana ‘Impricata Pendula’. If you check out The Woodland Trust website it cheerily informs you that the wood is rot-resistant which is popular in Japan for making coffins.
Gardens are not all about flowers; Roger uses woven willow in several places in the garden, either as a screen or as a quirky seat arbour.
and it is easy to forget the beauty of the small cones of the deciduous common alder Alnus glutinosa,
whilst the evergreen Garrya elliptica, drips with silver tassels. This is a bush which I find suffers the cold but dislikes the wind.
The garden was created some 25 years ago and has an air of maturity about it. Neat paths wander through wintery shrubs and trees, glimpsing every now and again the promise of spring,
and out in the open while the lawn looks so verdant and trim, the ornamental grasses seem to be experiencing a bad hair day.
How a drop of paint gives a simple wooden bench a touch of vibrancy, a focal point in a spacious area; the blue seems to blend harmoniously with the bright green.
A Mulberry is the central feature of the working vegetable garden, where paths are sensibly wide and firm waiting for the laden barrow to pass through the organised beds.
Surrounding the vegetable garden are trained fruit trees, one adorned with the mysterious mistletoe, which grows quite prolifically in the orchards around the county.
It is difficult not to admire this splash of Hamamelis mollis; several varieties grow in the garden, but this is near the car parking area and the scent is uplifting. To the right are the pleached limes underplanted with ‘oh so perfect’ box balls.
Behind the parking area is the whitest of birches contrasting with the evergreen fine yew buttresses, and what a perfect way to cheer up an unremarkable building. I am inspired to recreate the idea.
Roger is a true galanthophile and has collected and cultivated quite a selection: they are clearly labelled boasting endearing names. My friend Jill falls for a beautiful yellow ‘Treasure Island’ until we notice the price. To be fair it is not an unreasonable amount as some Snowdrops can reach staggering prices but we just aren’t in the market. So she goes for a different yellow, Galanthus ‘Spindlestone surprise’ while I settle for the ‘Godfrey Owen’ with its six outer petals, and also the virescent ‘Rosemary Burnham’, whose white petals look as though they have been brushed lightly with green.
Ivy Croft is open for the National Garden Scheme for Snowdrop Thursdays throughout February and March, and is open throughout the year. For details of this garden and other snowdrop gardens near you check out https://ngs.org.uk/view-garden/14669. To see Roger’s list of snowdrops and some lovely photographs of the garden in summer, go to http://www.ivycroftgarden.co.uk/. I hope to pass this way again.
Last month I was delighted to be able to visit Thenford, Northamptonshire on one of its open days. A very private and expansive garden it is the stately home of Lord and Lady Heseltine who acquired it in 1976.
As we swept through the imposing gates we had no idea what to expect, other than we knew there was a walled garden and an arboretum. The afternoon sunshine welcomed us in.
We thought this would be a pleasant distraction from the Covid troubles only to find as we parked in the field north of the house, that many other visitors were decked out in face masks; surely not necessary for an afternoon outside?
Heading straight ahead of us to the sunken rose garden which is south west of the house, it is the Barn owl which catches our eye; so realistic in its stance we wonder if it might take flight.
The roses, all helpfully labelled are understandably not at their best now but the putti provides entertainment instead.
This heavenly bench must be the perfect place to linger and enjoy the heady scent on a summer’s day.
We decide to visit the arboretum first and so take the path along the south front of the handsome Grade 1 listed house. On the lawn Guy Taplin’s graceful cormorants enjoy the unspoilt view from the ha ha.
October is the best time to visit an arboretum, and Thenford did not disappoint. An enviable collection of trees; approximately 4,000 different types. The maples (Acers) in particular are in glorious technicolour, some have turned golden
others bright red, and all showing how nature can age so majestically.
The berries delight too, from the simple Spindle Euonymoushamilton English Charm,
to the scarlet berries of the Rowan Sorbus matsumuranu
and to the small black berries of Aronia melanocorpa grandiflora, the black Chokeberry.
Take a look at the litchen growing on the bark and how well-armed is the trunk of Gleditsia japonica koraiensis.
The arboretum is spread out over 70 acres and, following the path through there are tranquil glimpses of pasture, sheep and lake.
There are some 113 champion trees (individual trees that are exceptional examples of their species because of their enormous size, great age, rarity or historical significance) here planted well before the Heseltines arrived here, however this young liquidamber demonstrates that planting is ongoing.
A few flowers are evident, the white flowers on the Viburnumplicatum f. tomentosum ‘Dart’s Red Robin’ determinedly project upwards,
and the low growing shrub Heimia salicifolia which has tiny yellow flowers. Native to S. America you can obtain your legal high from this little gem but, I am informed, it is quite short lived.
It is also a watery landscape with the three medieval fish ponds planted decoratively with not only trees but also a diverse selection of shrubs and perennials, with an abundance of bridges that span and reflect; there is a green, a red,
a blue
and a neat brick, the shape of which
is similar to that of the ice house.
Sited above the fishponds and best viewed from near the ice house is the parish church of St Mary caught in the afternoon sun.
In such a vast area benches are a necessity and so often in public spaces they are there to commemorate a person. This one, a birthday present from the grandchildren, perhaps touchingly displays something of the owner’s character ‘Grandpa to sit and scheme’.
The leaves beneath our feet give off a delicious aroma of caramel; they have fallen from the Katsura tree, Cercidiphylum japonicum.
It is hard to believe that a tree trunk could be quite so white; in this grove the low sun highlights the brilliance of the silver birches.
Moving on we come to yet more water, the New Lake where reflections seem brighter than the actual image.
Along the lake is a gathering of humble but handsome hawthorns, cratageus crus galli,
similar but smaller cratageus canbyi
and looking good enough to eat, the orange-coloured hips of cratageus x lavallei carrierei.
This is the southernmost tip of the arboretum and before turning back we pause awhile and admire what has been achieved here over the past forty odd years and wonder what it will look like in another forty years.
On the hillside we come across three conifers looking like some weird and wonderful beasts.
Passing the house again we head for the walled garden over on the east side and find in Lannings Walk this wicked little chap.
I make a mental note to plant cyclamen hederifolium, they brighten up any woodland floor.
Here and there ruined arches appear,
adding a little interest and a window through which to view yet more.
And what are these dark curious objects lying around the base of the tree?
Close inspection reveals they are fallen suits of armour.
Just to the right of the entrance to the walled garden is an amazing sight. These early snowdrops are not unusual in appearing now but how glorious they look amongst the maple leaves. This variety is Galanthus reginae-olgae ‘Tilebarn Jamie’ and is just one type out of 600 different snowdrop species grown here. Next February there are two afternoons scheduled for snowdrop walks.
It is a very different feel on entering the walled garden where we are greeted by marble elephants.
This space is very organised, neat and overwhelmingly geometrical, a complete contrast to what we have already experienced. Inspired by Andre Le Notre of Versailles and Vaux-Le-Vicomte fame, it was I understand sketched by Lord Heseltine, and then the designer George Carter made it happen. A more appropriate designer you couldn’t have as he specialises in formal gardens inspired by the simple geometry of 17th century gardens http://georgecartergardens.co.uk/. Incidentally George who lives in Norfolk will be opening his garden next year on Sunday 19th September for the National Garden Scheme.
Paths criss cross systematically and continue through rotundas.
The walled garden covers two acres allowing enough space for sizeable greenhouses. There is even an aviary, and it is the call from these birds that is the only sound you hear in these enclosed walls.
In one corner is the head of Goliath, or is it Billy Connolly? Whoever he is he is cleverly in tune with the fig foliage behind.
In another corner diametrically across are two sentry boxes silently waiting to be sat in.
There is an area for vegetables but curiously these artichoke almost look out of place.
From all around you can see the central fountain.
Outside the walls along the south side is a mixed border with all sorts of delights,
interspaced with elegant seats,
and across the strip of grass the border runs along the field side,
where metal moon windows invite you to look out across the distant countryside.
We make our way back through the trees in Lannings Walk,
and into the field where the cars are parked. The head gardener is selling the Heseltine’s book and looking at the front cover I realise that we have missed the rill. He urges us to take a look (at the rill, not the book which is wrapped in plastic – covid precautions) and so we hurry back.
The light is fading as we hurry back to find the splendid rill bubbling away in all its glory.
Just below the rill, water plays off the broad leaf plant, and yes you might be forgiven for not realising it is made of metal.
Just further on we discover the Sculpture Garden. Oh my, how could we have missed this.
Sculptures, many of which are contemporary British, are displayed set out on the grass bays backed by beech. ‘The Dancers’ by Lilly Henry could be straight out of Strictly.
Gracefully tall and thin is ‘The Vessel’ made of slate and fibreglass and has been created by Maryanne Nichols, a sculptor from Suffolk,
and lying solidly on the ground is Ronald Rae’s ‘Head of John the Baptist’.
It is quite a collection; too many to include all, but Phillip Jackson’s gentle lady ‘Reading Chaucer’ is a delight although her pages are in fact blank.
Lastly we admire the massive ‘Head of Lenin’ by Dzintra Jansone which was removed from a town square in Preili, Latvia.
Returning to the car we slip past the watchful eye of the hounds on the lawn and say our goodbyes, and promising to return the Head Gardener advises us that May is the best time.
Our visit has indeed proved to be a wonderfully refreshing distraction with incidentally, not a face mask in sight.
Inspired by the eloquent voice of George Plumptre CEO of the National Garden Scheme announcing the start of the Snowdrop Festival I decided to visit East Ruston Old Vicarage Garden http://www.e-ruston-oldvicaragegardens.co.uk who were hosting their own Snowdrop Specialist Growers Day.
The owners Graham and Alan warmly welcomed us in the car park directing us to park under the crab apple trees which despite the cold, were still looking so good against today’s blue sky.
The entry fee was modest and it was good to see the knowledgeable Ian handing out the newly printed NGS Norfolk “Gardens open for charity” booklet. Nearby a Chusan palm trachycarpus fortunei, bathed in morning sunlight seemed to wave us on,
and around the corner the air was filled with the delicious scent of Daphne Bhoula ‘Jacqueline Postill’.
East Ruston has its own nursery, guarded by friendly dogs,
but it is for the snowdrops that we have really come, not carpeted on the ground but displayed in neat rows on tables by the keen and knowledgeable nursery people who breed them.
Known as ‘Galanthophiles’, it seems such a chunky word for these delightful collectors of such a tiny flowers. With so very many varieties how do you choose?
I am still very much in the learning stage, but with what might seem rather oversized labels it is easy to read their charming names. I am looking for Galanthus plicatus ‘Three ships’, an early flowering snowdrop often out before Christmas and discovered in a garden in Suffolk; I discover it is not on display so order if from Joe Sharman from Monksilver Nursery.
I spy a tray on the ground; characters in the waiting so to speak, and looking just how they do peeping through the snow.
Under this hat is John. It was in his garden a couple of years ago that I began to have my first stirrings of galanthomania and bought the beautiful ‘Tilly’. John and his wife Brenda will be opening their garden Gable House just south of Beccles for the National Garden Scheme on Sunday 17th February. Today I buy three more beauties to add to my modest collection, Trumps, Chequers and my first yellow Spindlestone Surprise.
With such fine purchases made, my friend and I celebrate with a sausage roll and a cheese scone in the tea room before walking round the garden. I have only ever been here in the summer so it is interesting to see the bare bones of the garden.
In the winter you notice the structures so much more, the archways, hedges and the elegant metal obelisks with their neatly trained roses.
It will be awhile before the plants emerge from this (frozen) water-filled magnificent container, but along with its great size it is the weathering of the copper to an attractive verdigris which we can admire today.
Planted in the beds are a variety of snowdrops; this good sized clump is ‘Colossus’ which sports rather handsome foliage.
With 30 acres of gardens to explore, it is easy to immerse oneself and forget that there is a world outside, just occasionally there is a little reminder; in the far distance Happisburgh lighthouse can be seen,
and on the other side of the garden the parish church is framed in the view.
It amazes me how some flowers can survive undamaged following a severely frosty night and this joyful Camellia is seemingly untouched.
It is during these winter months that we can appreciate and enjoy the rich tapestry of greens from stems and leaves,
and you cannot help but enjoy this great combination of Silver Birch, Cornus and Skimmia.
At first I am not sure whether it is my eyesight but this Pussy Willow growing gracefully in a pot is definitely pink; originally from Japan it is Salix gracilistyla ‘Mount Aso’.
It is at this time of year that you appreciate those clipped shapes whether it is in Box, Beech or Yew.
This tree on a corner is firmly rooted into the swirl of low Box hedging that seamlessly runs into the wooden bench.
The garden is divided into so many different areas, many of which will come into play in those warm summer months ahead; you might be forgiven for thinking the Desert Garden might be one of those, however today you would never know it is winter.
Walking back to the house we admire this striking seat framed by the hedge,
and the collection of neatly clipped topiary.
Then just by the house in the perfect place is an explosion of colour and scent, a Golden Mimosa Acacia baileyana is underplanted with Coronilla glauca ‘Citrina’.
Alan Gray can be heard most weeks on Radio Norfolk’s ‘Garden Party’ programme. He is an Ambassador for the National Garden Scheme and he will be opening his amazing gardens at East Ruston, Norfolk twice this year on Saturday 9th March and Saturday 12th October https://www.ngs.org.uk/find-a-garden/garden/12923
On a very dreary, drippy-wet Wednesday last week I attended the first open garden event of the National Garden Scheme’s year held in the delightful private garden of St Timothee, just outside Maidenhead.
Garden owner Sarah welcomed us with coffee and cake, a particularly delicious slice of Orange and Almond. She then proceeded to give us an interesting illustrated talk about what she has growing in her garden at this time of year.
This is not especially a ‘winter garden’ but Sarah feels strongly that during these short and often grey days (and today was no exception) you need plants that catch your eye from the window and inspire you to get out into the garden.
January, Sarah reminded us, is named after the god Janus, the god of archways and doorways who is depicted with two faces looking backwards and forwards, which we can connect to this time of year as we cling on to the growth of the previous year whilst looking forward to what will shoot forth in the coming Spring.
The winter palette you might think is somewhat limited but Sarah explained that the key points to planting are shape, colour and scent; careful consideration should also be given to ‘hotspots’, those places that you regularly walk past or are in your frequent field of vision. Armed with umbrellas we followed her into the garden walking past a colourful Phormium,one of those bright ‘hotspots’
Sarah explained that shape can be observed at several levels; on the ground where the direction of lawns and paths lead, and the configuration of a border itself can be a thing of beauty. At the next level perennials including the huge variety of grasses can provide a lengthy season of interest.
Keeping seed heads are important as they are not only decorative but also provide food for the birds. These dark seed heads are from Phlomis russeliana.
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Sarah created this two acre garden a few years ago from a blank canvas but was fortunate to have inherited some mature trees. Inspired by the small book The Wood in Winter by John Lewis-Stemper she emphasised the importance of not only the solid shapes of evergreens like this robust yew,
but also deciduous trees either with graceful spreading branches,
or tall and straight as in this line of poplars at the edge of the garden.
Even the fiercely pruned fruit tree growing close to the house could be considered an art form.
Of course not all trees are naked at this time of year. A recently planted Prunus x subhirtella ‘Autumnalis’, the winter flowering cherry will continue to give much pleasure in future years.
Coloured stems are a great feature of this garden and Sarah feels it is important to underplant; the green of Cornus stolonifera ‘Flaviramea’ and the yellow Eranthis hyemalis the winter aconites, are a striking combination,
and the red Cornus alba ‘Elegantissima’ looks good with the tiny flowers and attractive leaves of Cyclamen coum.
But the real show-stopper of coloured stems, even on a rainy day is Cornus sanguinea ‘Midwinter Fire’ which positively lights up the garden and glows. Sarah comments on how she enjoys the now unfashionable pampas grass Cortaderia selloana ‘Pumila’ and reminds us that plants go out of favour through unnecessary plant snobbery and, as it is here, the right plant in the right place can be very effective.
Hellebores are a joy at this time of year, either planted in woodland or in clumps in the border by the wall.
Also peeping through are the Crocus ‘Snow Bunting, Sarah was a little disappointed that they were not further ahead and today the flowers were remaining firmly closed and their fragrance dampened by the rain.
However the Chaenomeles speciosa was undeterred by the rain and the pretty white flowers were a perfect colour against the brick.
A simple knot garden adds great charm to the garden; planted with evergreen box and the silvery stems of Perovskia ‘Blue Spire’ it looks good all year round.
Box balls of various sizes are dotted around the garden; a focus point they also outline an entrance to a path or highlight the corner of a bed.
I love compost and leaf bins, which of course are an essential part of any garden but these have to be the most ornate I have ever seen.
There are touches of softening the hard landscape, and this ornamental evergreen grass does the trick on the edge of the York stone path,
and while we somehow never seem to regard Rosemary as a shrub with winter interest here it is brightening an area by the steps.
Finally, Sarah touched on the importance of scent and even on a wet day the Lonicera fragrantissima winter-flowering honeysuckle lifted the spirits and was smelling delicious.
Despite the rain it was a real joy to get out and visit a garden in January. Sarah is passionate about gardening and while she wants to share what she enjoys in her garden, she is careful not to tell us what we ought to be planting in our gardens.
The Winter palette might seem limited but there was enough to see at St Timothee to come away inspired to look once again at those hotspots and to enjoy our gardens a little more in winter.
Perhaps this might be the start of a trend for other garden owners to share their garden in winter.
The garden at St Timothee is open by arrangement for the National Garden Scheme and will also be open for the NGS on 14th and 15th June 2019. Sarah will be giving another talk and walk (a ticketed event) ‘Successional Planting’ on 14th August https://www.ngs.org.uk/find-a-garden/garden/33095/
Don’t tell me that people don’t visit gardens in Winter. They do. It was West Dean’s first day of the season, a bonus that they were opening in aid of the National Garden Scheme, and it was humming with visitors.
B and I consulted the map, not really sure why, not from a fear of getting lost but I suppose because it was there.
We headed up to the walled garden along a path where the trees stripped of their lower branches and under planted with box, allow glimpses of the open lawn and beyond:
A stately deciduous tree stands, almost in defiance of man’s interference, it gracefully stretches out arms and bends hands towards the sky in supplication.
In the Apple store, a deliciously smelling, cool, round thatched building, we found the jolly Sussex NGS team. B herself is one of their garden owners and so much chat ensued.
The County Organiser, a volunteer here at West Dean showed us around and the work and devotion to horticulture is enviable. The Victorian Walled garden is filled with fruit trees. Apples and pear are espaliered and fanned against the walls and over arches:
Also cunningly trained around carousels and pyramids:
We wander along the neat box edged paths. This one echoes the crinkle-crankle wall:
and hello, the garden gates is open……..
….even the Head Gardener’s own gateway. So tempting to snoop but we have to resist as this garden is to be open another day.
Grateful to our guide we leave her handing out her county booklets and return to the main part of the garden where we delight in the abstract forms of box and are surprised to find it so very recently clipped:
There is no sun today but the Sarcococca, still fills the air with its heady scent. It too has received a trim:
It is good to have a friend with me; B and I discuss the merits of hellebores. We agree that although the dark maroon looks lovely, almost exotic when displayed in a vase, it is rather lost against the dark soil, unlike the paler colours which look bright even on this dull day:
I imagined there to be more ornament around the garden but of course Harold Peto’s huge pergola takes centre stage. A sculpture itself, the reflection is also a work of art:
Vines are latticed around Petos’s sturdy pillars reminiscent of Tudor chimneys:
His attention to detail is magnificent:
As we circulate around the garden I think this must be a disabled visitor’s dream. Easy access all the way round on smooth spacious paths. Nobody knows what it is like to push a wheelchair until you have had to. An inviting tunnel clothed simply in ivy and anchored by the box balls:
We are not really sure about the fibreglass tree. At the very least it serves as an amusing conversation piece:
Undeniably false but a bit of fun. The real thing is so majestic:
And the cornus provides vibrant colour.
More clipped shapes help to blend the cold flint walls to the garden.Time has run out for us today and we have yet to visit the Parkland walk and Arboretum.
We will have to return to this garden in its glorious setting of the South Downs, and not just for those unexplored areas, but to try every one of the courses that the college can offer.
The Garden Gate is Open 