Showing posts with label Kent gardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kent gardens. Show all posts

What nonsense it is to shave it as often as foolish men shave their faces!















These wise words of William Robinson refer of course to the newly fashionable process of mowing the lawn - newly fashionable in the Victorian era since Mr Budding's lawn mower was invented in the 1820's.  These days face-shaving is in fashion in my part of England, but we are reverting happily to the idea of leaving areas of lawn unmown to welcome in the deliciously diverse wildflowers of the past. In fact William Robinson is back in vogue like formica kitchens and miniskirts. I have the 1977 version of the Wild Garden, with forward by the now venerable Robin Lane Fox.  In 1977 as now, the 'times were in favour' of cutting down on labour costs. It may be no coincidence with the world recession that there is a new edition of Robinson's book coming out in August - this time with photographs as well as the fabulous original woodcuts.


With 95% of England's meadow pasture gone under the plough and then 'improved' through fertilisation and pesticides we are very lucky in Kent to have Marden Meadow to remind us how it should be done. Owned and managed by the Kent Wildlife trust the three fields of just under 6 acres are easy to drive by, if you miss the discreet butterfly sign by the side of the lane.  


Once inside the meadow is a riot of green-winged orchids and meadow buttercup in late May, with thousands of the less showy adder's tongue for the eagle-eyed.  These will be followed by pepper saxifrage, dyer’s greenweed and yellow rattle as well as daisies, vetches, and wild grasses. The furthest and original field also has a rare wild service tree, and two ponds. The other two fields were bought in 1999 and are being recolonised gradually. The process is simple, following the ancient hay making patterns, with the hay being cut in late summer, left to stand (dropping its seed) and then removed (talking with it the nutrients not needed). Grazing would have followed in the past, treading in the seed and close cropping the grass to allow the flowers to compete.



















William Robinson was also agin the Victorian practice of 'bedding out' of tender plants and in favour of 'placing plants of other countries, as hardy as our hardiest wild flowers, in places where they will flourish without further care or cost. ' Robinson was a great friend of Daisy Lloyd, creator of Great Dixter who followed his methods by mixing native and new, and whose son Christopher continued to make Dixter the Mecca of this methodology today. 















Not that Dixter advocates the 'low maintenance' approach, which Christopher Lloyd abhorred, calling it 'low braintenance', but the mixing of native and exotic is nowhere better demonstrated than the old rose garden, where Banana jostles with Rose and Clematis climbs Amicia.
























As well as turning the rose garden into a tropical extravaganza Christopher Lloyd let the Topiary lawns grow up, and his head gardener Fergus Garrett is one of the great advocates and gurus of the Wildflower lawn today. At the recent Friends day he explained the the process they use, and showed us the newly re-annexed fields which are being returned to meadow with the help of willingly greedy sheep.

























Each area of meadow in the garden has a slightly different flower population, depending on localised conditions. Daisy and Christopher Lloyd famously gathered their orchids from the local countryside - illegal today but perhaps an act of mercy before the sprays of the 1970's got to them.  It goes without saying that together with the native orchids and all-important yellow-rattle, you will find intermingled the North American native Camassia and eastern exotic Gladiolus byzantinus, both as happy in Kent as Dixter's Byzantine Head Gardener and its many American friends.
















The Enchanted Gardener

There is a mythical sort of gardener that the 'celebrity' gardeners spin us - living an idyllic life of home grown home cooked food in a self decorated house surrounded by beautiful objects all made or found by loved ones.

When the celebrities then offer us a catalogue of all these things to be found around them, and all for sale, the image tarnishes and the reader feels like a child who has bitten into a plastic strawberry.  For money cannot buy the life style they are promising, and magazines cannot teach us to be original.

What a breath of fresh air then, a bolt from the skies, to meet a true Enchanted Gardener. An artist by calling and gardener by bent, Charlotte Molesworth lives in a cottage tucked behind a village green hidden from view. The cottage belonged to Cherry Ingram's gardener (He of Japanese Cherry fame - of whom Vita Sackville-West said 'his advice is good enough for me, and should be good enough for anyone').


When Charlotte and her husband arrived there was no garden, and they set about creating rooms and vistas armed with box snippets and cuttings they took themselves. 

















The result is a delightful haven of exquisite shapes and eccentric structures - a summer house crowned in branches like antlers peers between what could be enormous chess pieces of topiary.
















But no Wonderland would exist without an Alice, and the true delight of this visit is to sit and drink a cordial  (nettle and aloe with a twist of lemon) and listen to the stories of the making of the garden, the treasures found and put to use, the rescued donkeys in the vegetable patch and chickens in the watering cans.

































Charlotte's mother gave her rare primulas and other items were reclaimed from design jobs -  a copper urn becomes a water butt and an old tennis court surround makes a fabulous fruit cage.







Charlotte is incredibly generous with her knowledge, a topiary expert and member of the European Box Topiary Society amongst many things, she explains how to take cuttings, and how important it is to study each shrub to see which way it grows before choosing a shape to tame it in to.  Larger prunings are used as part of her floristry designs, which she does for weddings and social events.
















If invited, a sneaky peak inside the house reveals a mini Charleston, with cupboard doors covered in decoupage and woodblock prints and paintings strung up high into the rafters under the cat slide roof.

The last visit I took there was in February to see the 'bones' of the garden with a Garden Design class - I  cannot wait to visit again when the buds have burst in May.

Sissinghurst on a Sunday


Actually I lied about the Sunday - I would not willingly visit Sissinghurst on a Sunday. It is a hugely successful National Trust Flag Ship, and after a television programme last year which my JP grandmother would have described as 'washing dirty linen in public' and a naughty journalist called 'Adam and Madam', its popularity has even increased, with numbers up 20% last year! So no Sunday visiting for me.  Instead I head there as a break in my odd working hours - usually arriving at 5.30pm and returning to my studio as the nice lady from the National Trust begs to be allowed to lock the door and go home.

This visit was particularly prompted by the nice people across the pond who talk gardens at all times of day and night to me via the Blotanical network.  It's great to have people all over the world* to whom every bud that opens and every bumble bee that busies itself in your tiny corner of the plant is a cause for daily excitement and joyful sharing - and for whom there can never be enough prattling on about plants! Several messages have said how lucky I am to be 'in the gardening mecca of the world' and several have Sissinghurst and Dixter down as places they want to see before they die. I do feel lucky most days, but this visit was for those that reminded me!

Regardless of the recent publicity, Sissinghurst gardens deserve their fame as a top notch example of 'Good Gardening'. The lawns are immaculate, thanks to Phil and his team, and the beds under the eye of Alexis Datta are beautifully planted, staked, weeded, pruned and mulched. It's a place to take students and to continue be a student too. I take classes there to look at the roses at this time of year.  But there are no roses?! True, but the pruning is an exquisite art form in itself!

When I am there it happily tends to look empty like this:-





The Woodland area behind the white garden is full of Scillas, with Magnolia and the Camellia just visible on the wall.


Viola glabella and polyanthus gold laced




















Dog's tooth violets Erythronium tuolumnense and E. 'White Beauty' below,
Followed by The hot garden just warming up, Fritillaria rubra maxima is the star of the show at the moment. (Apart from the elegant gentleman in the beret)












Fritillaria verticilliata looks fab in  the white garden and the lime avenue  is at its best at this time of year with the bulb borders bursting each side. The most unusual Stachyrus chinensis 'Celina' with its hanging bells of flowers is a treat.



























My favourites though are the trilliums and the veratrum. Woodland moisture and acid lovers, they carpet the nut walk together with epimedium and hellebores, just delicious. The  yellow is Trillium chloropetalum and the deep claret is Trillium sessile.















Sweet buds of Clematis Alpina Ruby to show me the way to the door..

* A very few of the very large cast: (click on the names to see their blogs too!)

Thomas atgroundeddesign, Deborah at Kilbourne Grove, Deborah at Debsgarden, Autumnbelle in Malaysia, Teza in Ontario,Tiggerlot at Thegalloping gardener, Edith Hope in Budapest and London, Michael in Dorset and  many many more




















The original Secret Garden

There is a little piece of the Secret Garden in all of us, a yearning for our own patch of peace and solitude, with just a few special friends, be they human or animal, and a smidgeon of order amongst the tangled beauty of a busy life.

Frances Hodgson Burnett tried to find her way into the garden at Great Maytham Hall when she rented it 112 years ago.  It was then a 1760's Georgian manor house. Whilst exploring the badly neglected garden, a robin perched on a nearby plum tree showed Frances the way to a rusty door knob overgrown by ivy. It was the door in the garden wall and this inspired her to write 'The Secret Garden' when she returned to America in 1915.


She wrote 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' whilst living here. 







































.. and I thought of the pauper boy at the gates of the palace looking in..



But it in 1909 Sir Edwin Lutyens concealed the original Secret Garden door behind a pigeon house. He had been commissioned by John Tennant to build a grand country house in the style of Christopher Wren. John Tennant didn't last long, he died collapsed on his billiard table in 1936 - after which the house was sold, and later requisitioned by the government as a school and then for the army in WWII.

The craftsmanship is typical of Lutyens.






















Gertrude Jekyll designed the borders, which are now maintained as a communal garden for the private apartments there managed by the Sunley Trust. The views are stunning, and I met a man who had been to view an apartment - apparently there are two for sale - all with original Lutyens fireplaces!

































Four thousand years in the making of Sissinghurst - KGT Talk on December 3rd






Four thousand years in the making of Sissinghurst

3rd December 2009 7pm

Kent Gardens Trust


Tom Turner, Landscape Architect and Garden Historian teaches at Greenwich University and is the author of many books including Garden History – Philosophy & Design 2000 BC to 2000 AD. He will talk about the garden at Sissinghurst and the origins of the ideas it represents. Tom is also author of the excellent GardenVisit website.

Venue in Lenhman, Kent. Tickets and info can be obtained from the Secretary
Tel. 01233 811611








Great Dixter Garden

Great Dixter looks wonderful in October - yesterday it was noisy with bees, butterflies and all things winged. Like me they were feasting before the winter.