Memories

Gardens are not just about plants.  They are about memories, places to go to dream.  The creation of the garden here at Ordnance House began in late 2011 but each stage of its creation was a mile marker in my life which will remain with me forever.  A garden without the people who created it, those who come into it to visit and to relax, children at play in it, wildlife that come into it and beloved pets that roam within it, is simply not a garden.

An abiding memory of this garden is of our dog Jambo.  He sadly passed away just after Christmas.  He was a good age and we knew that at some point he would leave us.  But he suddenly became ill and we have lost him.  He was gloriously named Jambo Bwana as each of his litter were given African names.  But he has been a constant, always there at each stage of the garden's creation and as much part of it as any flower, plant or shrub.  He had little interest in gardening and mainly used the garden to stroll around and relax in.  As we gardened he snoozed.  But as well as being my assistant head gardener, he was also our head of meeting and greeting.  He loved people and found humans endlessly fascinating.  When groups visited the garden he was positively affronted if he was not allowed to mix and mingle with them.

His memory casts a shadow over the garden I look out upon now, even larger than the towering beech trees that stand like giants in the corners of our plot.  But at some point, soon I hope, a new, young, four legged friend will come into this garden.  He will explore it, be in awe of it, grow and become slowly more confident and then take his own ownership of it.  He too will create memories in that way that all our dogs before him have created, beautiful, wonderful and fulfilling memories which have enriched our lives.  For those of you who have loved and lost a pet, you will all understand.  The contract you sign when you have an animal come and live with you is to love them, care for them, look after them but ultimately to lose them. But for us these memories are entwined like ivy in and out of the times we spent creating this garden.

Goodbye my assistant head gardener.  Thanks for the wonderful, beautiful and everlasting memories.

Shift in seasons

The seasons are shifting again.  Summer is now but a fleeting memory.  This is the end of one gardening year, the beginning of another.  It is a time for clearing beds, planting bulbs and making the most of benign weather to get outdoors.  The days are shortening, leaves turning, days cooling.  It is part of shifting seasons and the cycle of the garden.

Our Summer pots are cleared and put away and new pots have been planted up with spring bulbs and Winter bedding.

But the big task is to replenish our vast stock of Alliums.  They are a signature of all our gardens and create the most astonishing late Spring displays.  Mt. Everest with its large white pom-pom head.  Purple Sensation, rich deep and as the name suggests purple.  Nigrum, smaller, later and white with flecks of purple.  All will be planted in the next couple of weeks to add to the large drifts we have running like veins through our beds and borders.  In the main central bed around which the garden rotates like a giant wheel of colour and form, these Alliums create an effect like a large raspberry ripple under the hawthorns that are formed above them into a floating cloud of foliage.  It is the garden's centrepiece and main focal point from our living room.

Vanessa and I approach the planting of the hundreds of bulbs in the garden at this time of year with great teamwork.  I lead with the bulb planter creating the holes while Vanessa follows popping the bulbs into each hole and covering them over.  It sounds like a big job but in reality there is a process, an efficiency and rhythm to it that makes the planting less of an effort than you might think.  It is the promise of what will surge out of the ground next Spring that makes it worthwhile.

Fragrant haircuts

September is the month we cut back our lavender.  We have much of it so this is not a task to complete in a day but over successive weekends.

Cut it all back now and the lavender will put on around 3cm of growth in the next few months and this helps the plant over-winter.  Here at Ordnance House, the soil is very free draining and this also helps of course.

Cutting back lavender is something I am often asked about and my advice is always the same.  Cut it back hard and shape it like a tight box ball.  This creates a cobbled effect in our lavender bed which I think looks quite lovely, especially on a frosty morning.   This method also trains the plant to remain a manageable size and prevents it becoming leggy.

But this process is also a milestone on the garden's journey into autumn.  The nights are now drawing in but the temperatures are still warm and occassionally hot while the light of autumn is golden, subtle and quite glorious.  We must make the most of these decreasing returns.  We must harvest the memory of a golden year in the garden and begin the planning for a new year to come.  This is a time to step back, take stock of the parts of the garden that work well and scheme what will be done to improve others.  It is all part of the journey and the great joy of gardening is that it is a journey that never really ends.  Enjoy the ride!

Wild imaginings

Our aim is to introduce more wild flower planting into the garden.  The two areas where we can best begin this process are the orchard and a large grassy area we call the mound. The mound is part of the original natural slope of the garden at our south west boundary.  On top of it sits two majestic Beech trees of some age. 

The area offers a view of the garden and its layout better than any other vantage point.  But it also provides views way beyond into the leafy landscape to the east.  It is a lovely spot to come, sit on the rustic bench and just take in the garden with a cup of tea or glass of wine.  The area is one of the few in the garden which we have left uncultivated.  It is just a grassy mound with a path leading up to it. 

Our hope is to introduce native wild flowers and we have been taking advice from Plantlife, a conservation charity, as to what planting will work best and what we need to do to prepare the area.  That important first step is to sow Yellow-rattle (Rhinanthus minor) which is a semi parasitic plant that will weaken the grass and allow wild flowers to establish. 

I have cut back the grass and sown the Yellow-rattle seed which should germinate over Winter and into Spring.  But as with all projects of this kind, you need time and patience.  In time we hope that this area of grass will become populated with a wide variety of beautiful wild flowers which in turn will attract many forms of insects offering them a natural habitat and haven to thrive.

But for now, all we can do is imagine.

 

Access all areas

Gardens are private, often intimate spaces, full of personal experiences and each carry the DNA of the people who created them.  Trace elements of your personality are always present in your garden for they inevitably express the things you like and enjoy.  Each of us is different so it follows that each garden we create will also be different and this is something I feel we should celebrate.

To open your garden gate and share this personal space with visitors is, to an extent, to allow people a glimpse into your private life and to some this can be daunting.  It was for Vanessa and I when we first opened in support of the National Garden Scheme (NGS) back in 2008 at Linden Barn.  But you soon begin to understand that the people who come and visit are embracing the love of plants and gardens in their diverse range of forms.  Everyone takes something from all gardens they visit whether the garden is large and grand or small and intimate.  Some of the most inspiring gardens I have seen are small and compact but beautifully formed.

Yesterday we held our annual NGS opening.  We have many gardening and horticultural groups who visit us but yesterday was the day when all are welcome without appointment.  The weather was kind and generous and we were supported by Diana and Dawn - who provide wonderful tea and cakes - along with Angela and Andy from Butterfly Cottage Garden Plants who grow the most wonderful and lovely plants that you can imagine at their nursery in Cheriton.  Much money was raised and a good time was had by all.  To all who came and donated generously to such a good cause - thank you.

We enjoy sharing the garden and our experiences in creating it.  We also love discussing our shared passion for gardening while it is also lovely to see children, yet to develop any real horticultural interest, playing and exploring the space we have created.  

But we never forget our special four legged friends who are always welcome in this garden.  All our dogs, past and present, are as much owners of our garden as we are.  The trees they have knapped under, the games we have shared.  The moments a trug has been looted of some muddy or slimey contents or a border crossed as a short cut are memories that all the gardens we have created conjure up.  All are fond memories.

Which is the whole point really.  Gardens are about experiences, memories, thoughts and inspirations.  These exist in our minds but the physical reality is the plants and the space that has been created.  Add in some plants you can take home and plant in your own garden plus a healthy slice of cake and a cup of tea and you have pretty much the perfect day! 

 

Remembrance

We say much with flowers.  Throughout history, all over the world, we have celebrated life or remembered special moments by leaving, giving or planting flowers.

My Mother passed away recently at the grand old age of 94.  She showed little real interest in gardens as such but had the uncanny ability of being able to take cuttings and grow seeds.  She had the gift that whatever she sowed grew wonderfully well. 

Her garden was also full of Bluebells and I have dug up many to replant in my own garden.  They are something that I will always remember her by for she passed away when her Bluebells were breaking into a profusion of flower.   

There is something very symbolic about plants that reach deep into our soul.  That make us use them to remember and bring back memories of those we love or have lost.  My Bluebells will always remind me of my Mother.  

Natural havens

I would like to see more native wild plants introduced to the garden here at Ordnance House and have been talking to Plantlife.  They are an organisation that describes itself as speaking up for our wild flowers, plants and fungi.  Their aim is to raise the profile of these wonderful native assets, celebrate their beauty and protect their future.  The patron of Plantlife is HRH The Prince of Wales.

As a small boy, I grew up in a small North Hampshire village surrounded by meadows, lush hedgerows, gentle meandering chalk streams and crystal clear watercress beds.  Those times moulded the way of see the world and what I feel passionately about today.  Those long ago days are the reason I garden.

But as the population of this small island grows and neighbourhoods expand and encroach into the countryside, as road networks swell to cope with the increase in traffic, the need to preserve, protect and manage the delicate eco systems of our natural habitats becomes hugely important.  But each of us who are lucky enough to have our own gardens can help too.  So, Vanessa and I plan to begin a process of introducing more wild plants into the garden.

Having met with Dr. Trevor Dines of Plantlife, who visited us in early February, it seems that we are already growing 31 different native species with 54 separate varieties in our garden.  This means that 16% of our plants are of native origin.  The list includes Yarrow, Sneezewort, Columbine, Quaking-grass, Clustered Bellflower, Foxgloves, Bloody Crane's-bill, Lyme Grass, Great Burnet, Meadow Clary and Scabiosa.

As with all new projects, it will take time to expand and increase the number and variety of native species.  We do not expect results overnight.  But it will be an interesting project and a new venture worth exploring.  Every little helps I feel, especially when it comes to supporting the native flora and fauna of this beautiful land. A land which we often take for granted and abuse all to often.