What brought the poem home to me once again was spending an afternoon in Mount Usher Gardens with a friend, celebrating her birthday, enjoying the cool sunshine, wandering through the garden, from time to time stopping to look, sometimes to sketch, or just to chat ... (Thanks for a lovely day LB!)
I think the best sight for me was a huge Magnolia tree, its bright white, but pink-tinged, goblets glowing against a blue sky. We don't get to see magnolias of that size too often in Ireland and to see one with a deep blue sky behind was a blessing. I remarked to some other (French I think) visitors how beautiful it was and one of them agreed but said that he was rather disappointed with the messy planting underneath ... (a mass of wild garlic and scillas). What I didn't say out loud was "It's a Robinsonian garden for heaven's sake! It's supposed to look slightly wild!" At last I'm learning the difference (well, sometimes) between inner voice and outer voice. I know I find many of the very formal gardens in France and Italy to be much too controlled for my taste, but perhaps if that's what someone has grown up with, the informality of somewhere like Mount Usher might well be a bit of a surprise. It's gorgeous though. As well as the magnolias, there are deep red rhododendrons, camellias and white cherries in flower at the moment; there are exotic looking trilliums coming into their own, and there are squills, ramsons and wild garlic smothering the woodland floor, punctuated here and there with fritillaries. And as well as all that - a river runs through it.
|Magnolia in Mount Usher Gardens|
|The River Vartry runs through Mount Usher Gardens|
|Muscari macro shot by catchlight.ie (http://www.facebook.com/Catchlight.Ireland)|
To end this week, here's a cone I picked up in our local park from underneath one of the Giant Sequoias:
|Old cone of Sequoiadendron|