"How many kinds of sweet flowers grow in
an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know,
those we miss you'll surely pardon." *
Although half of the country is dealing with snow, ice and freezing temperatures, some of us are starting to think about Spring! About the garden, about color and bulbs and scents and sun. All the warm, sunny days ahead and the pleasure there is to be found in gardening. Spending time outdoors, listening to the birds sing and twitter. Watching the squirrels chase each other around the tree and hearing children's voices calling out to each other from the park.
Moving from the UK to America, to the high desert, means recreating an English country garden is a lot of work. Not only do the deer like to come along and chew everything to pieces, but the sandy, dry soil, the high altitude and searing temperatures do not help.
However my thoughts turn to the garden my mum had and the flowers and bulbs she planted. The seeds she saved as she dead-headed flowers and then replanted them the following year.
My ideal English garden is what would typically be called a 'cottage garden'. Plants are everywhere, they are massed together, a riot of color and texture. There is no careful spacing, no serried rows of flowers and plants, it's a random, crazy patchwork, as if someone had taken seeds and just flung them out onto the soil with their eyes closed.

Sweet pea, planted in containers outside the kitchen window fill the house with their sweet scent. Add the cut blooms to fill little glass jars in the house, and the plant in the garden will reward you by flowering again and again.

Wendy
*Lyrics by Rolf Harris, English Country Garden
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