A friend of mine said the other day, “Brookwood Shire is all about gardens.” And so it is. It was the gardens that inspired me to get hens…I kept reading how wonderful their poop was…how good they were for gardens..I didn’t expect to be smitten by them. And it is the gardens that attract the birds and the bees and all the other little creatures who live here…that make it such a magical place. And it is the gardens that make Brookwood Shire such a sanctuary.
But this was not always the case. I have not always been a gardener..or at least I didn’t know I was. It was a chance meeting with my friend Joanne..a master gardener..that started me on this path. And so I would like to dedicate this to her…whose care and skill taught me so much and gave me the confidence to find the gardener inside myself.
And so slowly, over the years, one garden at a time, Brookwood Shire came to be.
Gardens evolve..over the years but also throughout the year. They are always changing. Different seasons have different flowers. Some gardens are at their best early, and others are happiest in the heat of summer…and some take almost the whole summer to bloom. These are pictures of the gardens at their best…they have been taken over the years…throughout the seasons.
I will start with Spring….
Pussy willows are always first. The surest sign that winter is done.
They are followed by crocus…
And suddenly things are popping up every where.
Followed by other shade gardens.
Until the delicate shades of green with tiny splashes of color fill the beds.
And in the sun, the phlox bloom.
The laurel blooms..
But the gardens are not done. In the heat of summer, Spring flowers fade…and Summer arrives.