[One from the archives: This blog was originally posted Saturday 16th August 2014 on sophiecosussex.blogspot.com/ inspired by visit to Royal Botanic Gardens Kew, London]
Garden of Delight
Above, the roar of yet another passenger plane across the cloud-broken sky, but even as it passes directly overhead, it doesn’t quite manage to drown out the hesitant high notes of the robin, hidden in the overhanging branches of the trees, or the gentle preoccupied hum of honey bees in the warm-scented lavender.
In the borders, bright bedding plants bask under summer sunshine.
Dark leaved, hot-bloomed exotics add a generous dose of spice and fire, whilst more familiar petals play with the colour pallet; purple heads of verbena jut through sprays of yellow fennel, and bright dahlias float, like painted dragon-boats on a sea of montbretia.
Ahead, down the long broadwalk, beyond the flower beds where short mown grass opened out and rolled away beneath the green shade of trees, is a glimpse of reflected light, of victorian glass rising up from the edge of wind-shivered lake.
Picture on a postcard, flowers in your hair.
Let down your guard, forget the busy world, bare-foot in the grass.
Lie back and let the thundershowers roll, as the slow hours of summer pass.