Tuesday, 5 July 2022

A Garden to Dream In

 


After the rigours of bundling a very reluctant feline into his box and taking him to the cattery, followed by the joy that is the M25 and M6 we were ready for our break at Packwood House. It truly is balm for the soul and is at its peak at this time of year. The house was closing as we arrived, but it meant we spent our time there just enjoying all the beautiful plantings before we resumed our journey to our holiday destination. The jury's out though with regards to those brown flowers!











Arilx



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12 comments:

  1. Vix5 July 2022 at 06:46

    Packwood turns out to be one of Lord Jon's ancestral homes, a wonderful discovery as it's been one of our favourite local places for years! xxx

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:38

      It must make it even more special with a personal connection to it. I hope to see the house if we return again. Arilx

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  2. Tigger's Mum5 July 2022 at 19:08

    The brown ones ard loved by us - they belong here - and we wonder if you sneaked onto our balcony, we have got versions of them all down to (including) number 6!

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:39

      I'm not telling whether I've sneaked onto your balcony! They're really unusual and I haven't seen them before, but they wouldn't last in the clay we've got here. Arilx

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  3. SAM5 July 2022 at 19:35

    I like having stops on route to a destination. I need to do some travel planning.

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:40

      It does add an extra dimension to our travelling and gives Mr GBT a break from driving. Arilx

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  4. Cherie5 July 2022 at 22:03

    Not sure about the brown ones but they are certainly interesting

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:40

      I had never seen anything like them. Arilx

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  5. Rambler5 July 2022 at 23:15

    A neighbour who had previously lived in Spain brought some of those 'brown flower' plants back and successfully reared them in her garden. She gave me one in a pot, advising me it should stay inside for the colder months but would love to go outside in the summer.
    Hmmm . . . it did OK for a while but after a few days of rain it started to fall to pieces - first one lower branch fell off, then another. I brought it back inside but I obviously didn't have my neighbour's green fingers. It died. Privately, I confess I wasn't enamoured of the brown flowers . . . they felt artificial, being dry and hard to the touch.

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:41

      I wonder if they're better in dry conditions. Unfortunately I have black thumbs so stay away from any plants. Arilx

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  6. Debby6 July 2022 at 14:44

    I've never seen flowers the color of some of the ones you found. I don't think my last comment 'took' on the post about the foxes, but you know what a group of foxes is called? A 'skulk'. Isn't that great? A skulk of foxes?

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    1. Aril12 July 2022 at 21:42

      I do so love a good collective noun and a skulk is a new one to me. It's a perfect description! Arilx

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