The Furlong garden is always wonderful. Having lived in Africa for a long time, all the plants in our garden are “exotic” to me. But here, they are called “weeds”.
So we have what most people here call “a cottage garden” out of politeness. I still see people hanging over the gate looking at it when it is at its most beautiful. And, it IS beautiful.
The little orderly English gardens, all with neat rows and well controlled plants being allowed to grow in designated spots, haven’t a patch on ours.
This morning, in the mist, the colour of our garden was aubergine.