Today I'll show you the last garden we visited during our England trip last June.
Packwood House. Leider hatten wir nur sehr, sehr wenig Zeit und ich musste beinahe durch den Garten joggen, um so viel wie möglich zumindest digital festzuhalten. Wir besuchten den Garten eine Stunde bevor wir am Flughafen sein mussten *lach*. Ja, wir haben England sozusagen bis zur letzten Sekunde ausgekostet. Glücklicherweise befindet sich Packwood House nur zirka zwanzig Minuten vom Flughafen Birmingham entfernt. Aber genug geredet, los geht's:
Packwood House. Unfortunately we had only little time left, before we had to be at the Birmingham Airport. In fact, we had only one hour time to get there, luckily this garden was only about twenty minutes away. So it felt like running through it and I rudely had to stop a nice lady who wanted to tell us more about the history of the garden. I was so sorry, but I really wanted to see the garden before we had to leave. So let's move:
I have never seen such a big fuchsia in my country. Well, we work on it, but mine is only a third as big and not as thickly grown as this one.
One could have visited the house of Graham Baron Ash, which was built between 1556 and 1560. But as I said before, we were running out of time. We will return one day to do so.
This sky blue shrub awoke my interest. Here a photo from a bit closer.
Does somebody know what it is?
Somehow it reminds me on a hibiscus, but it was only June and not autumn. I must be wrong.
The garden was surrounded by a brick wall. Gosh, I really would love one too in my garden. Roses look stunning in front of it.
Sunken Garden... oder so.
And always that stunning view to those giants in the background.
Sehen wir sie uns etwas näher an.
Let's have a closer look.
LoL, I'm never going to complain again, when I have to cut the hedges in my garden. Well, to be honest, I guess those gardeners don't have to fight against brambleberries like I have to... maybe I should think about a job exchange, nevertheless.
I really would love to see this garden in an early misty morning light in autumn or with a light snow cover in the middle of winter. Big, big, biiiiig sigh! I hope, my hubby did hear me. Maybe I need to throw in an eyes strum. Maybe a tear couldn't hurt either?
There were so many different and exciting perspectives that caught the eye.
Gorgeous, isn't it?
A beautiful pond belongs also to the property.
View from the pond back to the giants.
Yes, I could see myself living there... of course without all those tourists. Did I ever mention that I'm quite modest ? :o)
Because one can't survive by air and love (at least I need a little bit of chocolate), let's have a look at the veggie plot of Packwood House.
Very tidy, indeed... not like in the Gwundergarten.
If somebody doesn't follow the rules of tidiness, he ends up here. That was the last gardener, who had his own plans.
*Smile*... of course not! The English are nice people. But such a scarecrow is quite an eye catcher, isn't it?
That's it, unfortunately.
Bye, bye, Packwood House! We will bring more time, when we meet again. Mr. Gwundergarten, when will that be? Shall I go and pack the suitcase?
(und in einigen anderen Dingen auch). Koch ihr einen Tee, das sollte fürs erste reichen!
Ehm, ja, Ihr seht... nix zu machen. Bleib ich halt hier. Habt ein wunderschönes Herbstwochenende. Ich pack jetzt die Heckenschere und gehe hinaus in den Garten - die Riesen suchen.
Veto! Don't listen to her, Mr. Gwundergarten! You know, that she's a bit nuts in case of England (and a lot of other things). Make her a cup of tea, that should do for the moment.
Well, you see... it's not in my hand... I have to stay here. Nevertheless, let's enjoy a lovely indian summer weekend. I take now the hedge clippers and go out into the garden to look out for giants.