As we walked up an isolated road from the valley village to the high forest we came across a house with a beautiful rose garden. We admired it from the road, and took photos. Then, as we walked on, to our surprise and delight we saw this sign by the gate:
An invitation to enter and enjoy. What generosity! Of course, we could do no other.
Roses everywhere, with lettuces, tomatoes, gooseberries, redcurrant, quinces, kiwi, grape vines, raspberries, all in abundance.
It was astonishing to see how much there was in so small a space.
It seems we share the same outlook on life. And on gardens. Thank you so much, whoever you are.
And thank you Malcolm for the flower photos – soooo much better than anything I could manage.
* an allusion to this poem by Tennyson.