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.
Such an enchanting meadow
with lupins and peonies and foxgloves...
all in terribly chic shabby chic containers.
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.