This morning was frosty. The middle of March isn’t the best time to show gardens but, for all my disinterest, being on the other side of the camera makes things a bit more interesting. Speaking of the camera, sorry about the appalling photography. I don’t enjoy hanging around taking photos of people’s houses.
First, some larger houses and gardens on the walk from the train station. Pines, an old Araucaria araucana . . . and some new parking for cars.
And now into my road, which is a bit more modest. The owners of this cottage alternate flying the Union Jack and the Indian national flag. Not a fan: they lowered it to half mast when Thatcher died.
Magnolia souleageana in bud. There are several of these along the road.
Sometimes the abandoned spaces are the best. A rough patch of Euphorbia.
The owners of this garden make an effort in summer. At the moment there are only Narcissus to see.
Cotoneaster horizontalis with fruit. Another popular choice here.
Garden? What garden?
A modest attempt at architectural planting. Phormium and red cabbage palm in black glossy pots on slate chippings. There will be weed suppressant barrier under the slate.
A rare example (on this stretch) of a garden which is still a garden and not parking. Hydreagea, magnolia, cordyline, the usual suspects.
This house was flanked by 15′ tall Cordyline australis. The freakish winter of four years ago cut them right back down to ground level.
My bête noire: dwarf conifers.
Holly, rose, another magnolia, Skimmia japonica in there too I think.
My front garden, looking pretty empty. But i have an Echium about to flower!
Is it what you expected, American friends?