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Neither here nor there…

Busy Lizzie...

Over the four years of living in London there is one main feature of British life that got away…

The Chelsea Flower Show.

The show features the greatest stars in garden design, splashing out on the most exquisite show gardens. Ranging from Australian and country gardens to an actual Stephen Hawking Garden…The Queen even came to have a look at that one…

More is better...

Then there is the Floral and Grand Pavilion showing off the thorough-bred plants of their race… Gold medals for the best in show are awarded by the RHS. As well as the bizzarrest new kinds you have ever seen.

The big themes this year seemed to be to get back to nature and planting to support bees and other fauna in the garden…

Best veggies in show, without parsnip tie regretfully...

Apart from the plants (like Cruft’s) there is the diversity of people to admire… You can easily recognise the owner of the ‘sweet pea’ nursery by his tie… (getting the right floral tie seems obligatory)

I truly regret that I didn’t have tickets this year, as these fly out well before the season…

The Mannequin doesnt look impressed...

This gardening show doesn’t only stay in the compounds of the exhibit itself. All kinds of shops around the council join in by planing greenery and bouquets of colours around their shop fronts… Even here the competition does not cease… making the window gardens reach great heights of complexity…

It is hard to describe how or why the art of gardening is so close to a Brit’s heart… It might be the undulating green lusciousness of this lovely island… Or may be the fact that you need something else than the weather to talk about…

Bumbling along...

As the rain pours down so frequently, at least you can raise your shoulders, pull an apologetic face and sigh: ‘At least it is good for the garden…’.

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