The Jewel garden

30 September 2011
Ben Pentreath

I think it was Monty Don (who’s book, The Complete Gardener, is one which is by my bedside a lot) who coined the phrase the Jewel garden. When I drove down to Dorset this afternoon – through the hazily beautiful, brilliant last day of September (one to remember for years) – I arrived at the Parsonage as dusk was settling across the valley. The garden was glowing in the extraordinary light and no description was more apt.

It’s all a bit confused out there – um hello WHY exactly is there an iris in flower just now (and, even more weirdly, cowslips)? I guess this is just another facet of the strange landscape that is 2011. But despite the fact that I’ve completely neglected everything for months, there is a curious autumnal coherence to it all.

There is I think a wonderful feeling to this late burst of Indian Summer… a brief fragment when time – which is rushing so fast at the moment – is suddenly stilled. I have friends staying for the weekend, and I am relishing lazy hours doing nothing. Then the sunshine will pass, and I suspect autumn gales and log fires and chill rain will be just around the corner.  I will be looking forward to them when they arrive. But let us all enjoy this time all the more while it is here.



2 comments on this post

of course my eyes instantly go to nasturtium and the kale. Two of my favourite ingredients. Gorgeous.

Me encanta tu jardín siempre con su aspecto tan casual, tan inglés. A Mi pobre jardín en el centro de España con las temperaturas tan altas le cuesta llegar al otoño con buena cara y con mucho trabajo.

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