There is always something at the Chelsea Flower Show to make your heart beat a little quicker, to make you stop and beam with pleasure. It’s incredible to think that the show gardens are so transitory: they are built and planted over three weeks, admired by millions of people over one week and then deconstructed. They disappear and it’s as if they were never there. The effort (and money) involved in their creation is whopping but the results are often quite breath-taking and inspiring.
We were extremely lucky with the weather yesterday and I took a LOT of photos. I won’t bore you with all 250-ish of them(!) but here’s a small selection of a few of the floriferous sights from the gardens that quickened my pulse.
In other news… My daughter is home from her school French trip (hooray!). Oh, I have missed her constant chatter and sunny disposition. Eldest son is due back at school from Spain just before midnight. It will be lovely to have a full house again. I’m off to make their beds and bake homecoming cake. Here’s wishing you a corker of a bank holiday weekend.