Morning Glory
“There’s thirty one this morning, Bobby. That’s a record.” So said Diddley, who absolutely adored the flowers of Morning Glory. Not just for their transient beauty, but also their unusual lifestyle. Flowering profusely, if time and conditions were right, but dying by mid-afternoon. The new buds for the next day readying themselves for their glorious…
The Church in the Farmyard
Wisley Church You know how we love Wisley Gardens. Like the other week, when we just came to the gardens for an al fresco Al-Anon meeting. Read a book. Americano. With milk and shortbread. And, last week, a flower show as well! Luvverly.
Tickets
Bobby does not collect tickets. He doesn’t collect anything with alacrity. Bobby: “Blimey! Where did that come from?” Bertie: “Oxford Concise.”
Fantasy and Illusion
As we left the busy A3 at the RHS Wisley junction, we immediately became aware of the volume of traffic heading into the gardens. The long patient queue of people at the entrance, including lots of young children, only added to the illusion that this was a good idea. A horticultural version of Brighton Beach…