The Sound is perfectly calm.
No one on the beach yet and the water is chilly.
to look for interesting stones
to toss as far as they possibly can.
Peonies from Union Square
like debutantes in ball gowns.
Utterly good taste, astoundingly lovely flowers cluster round Liberty’s front entrance.
I don’t remember them selling flowers when I worked there in the early 70’s. I just remember learning that you can clean book covers with Windex and lusting after Tuffin and Foale Liberty print dresses.
There are even late hyacinths
and all these can be made into bouquets by skilled hands.
Claudia and I had a cream tea instead
and bought swanky jasmine soap.
What bliss it would be to overlook the garden! I hadn’t been there for many years and a visit was much overdue despite horrid cold changeable weather. The oldest botanical garden in England after the one at Oxford.
I ended up buying a red plastic poncho from the little hut in the middle background of the picture. The poncho prevented me from getting drenched.
This almost looks like the countryside – right in the middle of town. Cow parsley – so evocative of wet walks many years ago.
Arum lilies evocative of church.
Wicket fences which make me think of useful projects I’m entirely unlikely ever to do.
The sky reflected in water
and more green!
And all so assiduously tended.
Of course I want to live in all of them.
We discover one is open as part of The Heritage Trust’s 50th anniversary. We go in.
It’s rather hard composing posts on the phone so please excuse errors!
The Foundling Museum was fascinating and a mixture of happy and sad. What stories here. What names!
Each one an invitation to imagine their tale.Such bleak little black beds. A menu rather heavy on bread and milk – in the days when so many children had nothing. Babies held by older foundlings on their christening day.
A dancing sprite on Oxford Street
And flowers at Liberty ‘s.
A site all about flower art and gardens!
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