An English Country Garden

Japonica blossoms in neighbouring gardens.  A secluded garden where spring- water pours forth over rock and brings abundance.  An English garden that takes me back to the village gardens of my childhood.  Comfrey, dark hellebores and a thick intertwining hedge of blossoms.  Flowers of wych elm, a memory from the woods about Blaise Castle and secluded gardens,  English gardens on the outskirts of Bristol. Blaise woods of wood anemone and bluebells.  Bluebells in April,  my friend Frances and I think of them in May.

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I was crouched into a mossy bank when I heard horses hooves and I stopped to let the riders past.  She asked what I was looking at. Violets, I replied. In close- up they're so striking. Love the colour, she replied.
It's Easter and I delight in an English country garden. Glad our Prime Minister encourages us to remember our inheritance, what makes us English.  Those first wild daffodils, the first primroses and bluebells- an English wood, the joy of it spring.
Japonica blossoms in neighbouring gardens, meanwhile the news brings us warzones about the globe. 
There is sanctuary in  an English country garden.

Japonica blossoms in neighbouring gardens. From A Naming of Parts. Henry Reed.