Last week we went on a little camping trip to Oswestry. As National Trust members we like to get our monies worth and we went to a couple of nearby properties to look at the gardens. We like a garden. One that’s perfect and pristine so it makes you feel totally inadequate as a gardener!
We took in turns to wander around and take some pictures. As ever the challenge of that camera keeps you on your toes and I have to remember to actually enjoy the garden rather than simply photograph it. I’m really bad at not living in the moment…..
Anyway here is a selection of pictures we took.
I love brick walls in gardens it immediately conjures up images of old fashioned kitchen gardens. In fact this probably was just that! I also like the shadows in this picture too and the contrast of the bright white sunlit gravel path.
Cute tiny little gate hurdle things just placed on the edge of a flower bed.
There was an event taking place on this Sunday afternoon based on Alice in Wonderland. We were there quite late so it was winding down (thank goodness!) but there were still a few dressed up characters from the books wandering about which made the wander through the garden strangely surreal but added to the charm of this place.
It made me want to rush home and read the books.
Just as I was walking Buddy around the car park, which was in the old orchard and also surrounded by a beautiful brick wall I spotted this hanging from an apple tree. I looked into the other trees and found more of this stuff. I almost jumped for joy as I’ve never seen it up close and in person before.
What is it?
Mistletoe, that’s what. Just hanging from the trees doing it’s thing. It is apparently a parasite as it grows by attaching to the tree but it doesn’t harm the host tree at all. I had to take a picture and rush over to make Gav come and look at it. He wasn’t impressed but I didn’t mind. I was, and so glad to have seen it in person.
We left the pretty orchard surrounded by rust coloured brick walls happier for the look at a lovely garden, some good pictures and the memory of mistletoe.