We Made a Garden
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I am a novice gardener and the vast array of latin names for plants that I don't recognize was not really helpful to my objective. My philistine of a husband often told with amusement how a cousin when asked when he expected to finish his garden replied ‘Never, I hope.
The hornbeam came as whips, the yew as large pot-bound trees – bought cheaply second hand – and neither took long to establish and provide some privacy against the nosey folk. They had married in 1933 after working together at the Daily Mail and while Walter had had gardens of his own in his previous homes, this was the first one Margery had ever been involved with. Fish, i often found myself running out to the garden right after reading something smart to put in practice. Well, it wasn't much help as a source of practical inspiration, to be honest, but I enjoyed basking in the warmth of her love for all things green, anyway, and that was a kind of inspiration to take more care of the poor neglected patch of muck. In winter, heating of sorts, came from unwilling-to-give-up-their-warmth night-storage heaters, open fires and a marvellous 1950s Rayburn solid fuel range.This might have been first published in the fifties but the fact its still available is testimony to how good it is. Yes, she absolutely does have a sense of humour, particularly over her own mistakes – such an attractive trait in both life and writing! By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. As another reviewer noted, in the words of LP Hartley, "the past is a foreign country; they do things differently there," and perhaps it is those glimpses into the domestic life of a far off land that compelled me to keep going: a lady in her long dinner dress and satin slippers perched precariously, balanced with a watering can to water the tops of her walls where trails of greenery fall.
I whacked at the hole until we could squeeze through and venture down the steps into a large brick-floored cellar – with, sure enough, a bricked-up window. Honestly, he sounded like a bit of an asshole - cutting down so many of her flowers as they were just starting to bloom, smothering her smaller, beloved plants with manure as he tended to his own favorites, only allowing her to participate in menial gardening tasks. I can well imagine the tensions between two people trying to make a garden with competing visions for it. It made me incredibly sad that her husband’s strong opinions on gardening clashed so much with her own. It has been hailed as everything from a blueprint for the creation of a modern cottage garden to a feminist manifesto.
One day, sink sorted, kitchen painted, Jim was weeding along the side of the house and noticed angled bricks at ground level, similar to those above all the windows. We take pride in offering a wide selection of used books, from classics to hidden gems, ensuring there is something for every literary palate. A quirky classic, this book details her creation of a landmark cottage garden, as well as her battles with her husband in the process, who preferred the standard suburban approach.