My regular daily commute used to involve more than coming down the stairs and heading for the dining room table, it used to have quite a picturesque walk through Greenwich Park. And yes, I know I’m lucky. And while the park has been open, the flower garden had been shut.
It has reopened, and on our mammoth Thames Path walk I couldn’t resist a slight detour even though my feet were already aching. And being there just emphasised how much I’d missed my almost daily park visit, even though my glimpse of the flowers was often minimal.
The neatly manicured borders, with the plants flowering almost uniformly made me smile.
The bursts of colour.
And even, unusually, the more formal beds. Usually I’d be slightly more unkind and refer to these as ‘municipal’.
But really it’s the hydrangeas and the lace caps which line the path that once again had my attention.
And yes, why wouldn’t it?
It’s a plant I don’t have in my garden, and one I don’t have the space for. But it’s also going straight on my list for our next garden, whenever that comes along.
But then again the delicate lace caps, are also vying for a place in that fictional space. I’m going to need enough space for them both aren’t I? Though for now, I’ll be making do with those in Greenwich Park, and hoping that the flower garden manages to stay open.