The harbour at Lamorna – notice the winter storm damage that sent granite blocks tumbling to the sands
“Away down to Lamorna” is chorus of a famous Cornish song and I had forgotten just how beautiful Lamorna Valley was, until we drove down through the valley to the harbour again this week.
The tinge of autumn was yet to touch the luscious green of the all enveloping trees in this sheltered valley and summer lingered on for a perfect late autumn day.
We had planned a lunch at the Lamorna Wink before a visit to Chygurno Gardens on one of its last open days before the winter. As the season slips from summer to autumn we’ve already revisited several gardens this year – gardens that we first visited when planning our own gardens and we previously visited the terraced Gardens of Chygurno back in about 2000 just as the first Tree Ferns were planted.
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The trees were already showing a trace of gold on their leaves, as we took the King Harry Ferry across the River Fal to the Roseland Peninsula, to visit the Lamorran House Gardens again.
Our last visit to Lamorran’s subtropical, Italianate garden must have been nearly twenty years ago and we were looking forward to retracing our steps through the palms as the far bank slipped away behind us and the faint vibration of the clanking ferry mechanism spread up through the deck to our feet.
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Find a hidden corner in the shade of an Olive Tree deep in the Italian Gardens
July brought us a Mediterranean summer that will live in our memories for many years to come and the garden has flourished, revelling in the warmth that stretched into the dusk.
The garden produced the vibrant, hot colours of summer in step with the weather and the warm dry air held the very scent of the Mediterranean from the herbs, Fennel and Lavenders.
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May’s garden is alive with wildflowers that soften the formal lines
Hello!! Well this May I suddenly realised that it was nearly summer and I was still “in” spring mode so we had a flurry of editing and replanting the courtyard pots whilst in the wider garden we’ve been rescued by the wildflowers and the heady mix of formal and informal has never been more beautiful than with nature’s help this year. So welcome to my May Garden Dairy for our gardens at Ednovean Farm! Continue reading “May in the Ednovean Garden” »
Sweetly scented flowers soften the spring courtyard garden
There is an air of anticipation for the day ahead now, as I step outside the door each morning and spring settles sweetly over the garden. We’ve had to work much harder this spring, to put out garden back on track for the year but at the same time, it has been deeply satisfying to rethink and refresh the garden for the season ahead.
Bird song rings around the garden now high and clear on misty mornings with the dew still glistening on the grass and soft and mellow int he sunshine a herald of the eternal progres of spring never more welcome than this year!
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March madness has gripped the weather again this week and it temporally lost the plot for a while but has just got a grip on reality in time for the Spring equinox.
The bright spring days of last week have been replaced by earnest sessions of filling the bird feeders and bringing all of the horses on the farm in to the shelter of the stables as the temperatures plummeted again with the return of “The Beast from the East”
My only consolation was that our Bed and Breakfast guests from Australia and America loved it as they lived in normally overheated climes.
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January flowers –
I must admit to being a reluctant January gardener this month – perhaps it was too much Christmas but somehow the prospect of a left over box of Christmas chocs. and afternoon screening of Father Brown won me over instead!
And yet somehow the garden got on with “making spring” all on its own, bursting into life with a flurry of vibrant Narcissus who have been waiting for twelve months for their very own stage show in which to shine and an exotic Aloe has been fascinating in the Italian Garden
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Come and visit my garden at Ednovean Farm, in my final Garden diary entry for 2017 I’d like to make a roundup of the seasons. The garden in the far south west of Cornwall that has become my friend, litmus of emotions, reflection of dreams and hard taskmaster. This blog will follow the year in the Ednovean Farm Garden, so enjoyed by our Bed and breakfast guests, just as 2017 draws to a close and I would like to wish you all a very happy New Year!!
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November has been a strange month for my garden diary, a month of days born as if on butterfly wings through the garden, swinging from soft tranquil days to dark dramatic skies before giving way to the final sting of winter.
This November, as the year changes from autumn into winter, my garden diary is in two parts; a diary of soft dark nights eating suppers beside a brassier and the pleasure of a robins company on sparkling mellow days spent clearing and tidying the garden for the year, and the final darkening, dramatic, skies that spoke of thoughts of winter.
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Trebah Gardens in November
We explored Trebah garden again yesterday, as the golden leaves of autumn swirled around our feet. This magnificent garden is in a lush sheltered river valley running down to the sea and the garden coaxes you along its well manicured paths with all of the authority of a vintage Rolls Royce.
The Walk from the lush palms at the top of the garden down through the valley is always accompanied by the gurgle of water passing through the gardens heart, until finally the sound of the waves landing on the shore below signal the Helford River and the sea.
Trebah is so evocative of the heady bygone worlds described by Rosamunde Pilcher and Daphne Du Maurier etched in my imagination yet there is poignancy there too, in the memory of the men that left the rarefied world of the sub tropical valley at Trebah, one dark night for the D day landings never to return. Continue reading “Trebah Gardens an autumn pilgrimage” »