June 22, 2015

weekending :: a Midsummer garden


Over the Midsummer weekend, there is magic abroad. On the longest day, the very start of the summer, we visited the secret garden at Cerney House. The soft warm air was heavy with the scent of roses and lavender, and the gentle breeze carried the audible buzzing of happy bees. Enclosed by old brick walls, brimming with gorgeous blooms, pretty vistas and hidden nooks, we found the archetypal English garden. It’s such a sweet, charming spot, with rambling roses, pots of bright geraniums and a greenhouse of fading elegance. Walking amongst beds overflowing with romantic colour, I felt as if I were stepping into a poem, or perhaps a Midsummer dream.



IMG_1805‘Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?’

-T.S. Eliot, from Burnt Norton (Four Quartets)



8 thoughts on “weekending :: a Midsummer garden

  1. Emma

    Lovely post. We were there last month (posted some photos to my neglected blog). Such a beautiful, enchanting place. The garden has changed in just a few weeks – the tulips were all out when we were there. Can’t wait to go back soon x

  2. Helen

    Beautiful! I love the magic feeling you get at this time of year, especially in the long evenings. Hope you have something nice planned for the coming weekend.


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