Today was our open garden day when six gardens opened for local people to come along and enjoy the delights of the lovely and varied gardens of Campoverde. If you missed it then you missed a lovely day when people came from far and wide and we all talked about plants and gardens and then afterwards stuffed our self with scones and cream and jam – which I call a cream tea, but, my wife insists is only its constituent parts!
Anyway no plants or plant talk in this post just a few photos of the day; including below this fetching photo of me ready to sell plants to unsuspecting passers by.
The photo above shows a handsome, but I notice slightly balding chap showing people round his garden and impressing them with his encyclopaedic knowledge of his garden. Notice the cross in the photo on the left this serves to remind me there are always two gardeners in any garden; God is the gardener and I am only the assistant; though I must point out he never takes his turn digging out the compost heap. The photo on the right shows me expounding on a self seeded pomegranate which a lady pointed out to me I had a moment before called a pumpkin – an easy mistake to make on your 23rd tour of the garden. You may also notice that the lady in the foreground is performing a clog dance, which we all joined in later.
The photo below shows my wife Maggie performing her role of belligerent catering assistant- still denying that scones, cream and jam make a cream tea.
Right that’s your lot I am off to England for three weeks to top up my damp. I will post some stuff from our English garden, which is very small – but perfectly formed.