The Mill Pond and the Hall
Foxgloves at Laurel Cottage
Campanula at Rose Row
The walk down to the Spinney
Oaks on the Commons in a sea of nettles
Requiescant in pace
The Yew tree at St. Alban's Churchyard. The children in the village maintain the ancient superstitions and will not talk while passing underneath and hold their breath.
St. Alban's
St. Alban's House
My street
The view outside my window.
Peonies
5 comments:
Just in case you are having second thoughts (though I do admit that the pictures are lovely) we have a rose garden here too, and a botanical garden, all in the middle of the city (there really is a lot more to it than the bits you've seen.) Then there are several villas; the Villa Borghese comes complete with an 'English garden', which has artificial ponds and ruins sprinkled throughout the 'wild' vegetation.
Lovely photos. I can see how someone can love such a place.
What lovely pictures! Sigh.. I want to sit on that bench in that garden with a nice blue willow cup filled with Earl Grey. :-)
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself. . .
It's amazing what pops into the mind looking at pictures.
Cheers,
-John-
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