Marianne is coming to visit!!
Huzzah! What a treat, what a great big treat. Soon too.
So, yes, you probably know all about this, this is when it begins: what on earth will the garden be like when she comes?
O, whoops – she has chosen the cusp. This is why Chelsea Flower Show is at almost the same minute – it is on the cusp between spring and summer. A bit of a flowering gap. Exhibitors and garden designers can either hold plants back for the show or with clever management bring them forward.
Of course, every year the hort press is delighted to get useful copy as people complain that the season is very late or very early. Or too wet or too cold. Too windy. Such hard times they have.
But it’s just the same in the garden.
And I haven’t been holding things back or bringing them forward – they are just doing what they do right now and maybe it isn’t much. Horrors. The disappointment will be reported back to the whole of America. Or maybe not, which might be worse??
Cue for many anxious trips round the garden. Will the Camassias be looking derelict?
In two weeks? Very likely. You can see the dead flowers on the stems already. Will anything have taken over? Or will the meadow have all gone dull? Will the roses be out???
Our major feature at this time is usually the Clematis montanas:
BUT
There’s quite a bit of foliage – does she have subtle tastes?? Will she disapprove of things??
Will she hate my hostas?
I keep remembering her love of Dixter. I think about how totally different Veddw is. I have never had five gardeners in a bed. Nor borders stuffed with many flowering plants all carefully judged to flatter one another, all in carefully timed succession to ensure there’s never a dull moment. No, we have vast expenses of just a few plants, hopefully working together but probably all green at the beginning of June.
Ah, I guess she will feel judged too, if we’re not careful.
Do I dare consult her about garden problems? She may suggest something I hate the very thought of. But at least from her home in America she won’t be able to see that her idea was ditched. Will she fail to admire or notice my very favourite things??? Will she turn out to be a tidy gardener? Well, if so, she may find a fellow spirit in Charles and they can moan together about the special problems that brings. I asked Charles what he was anxious about in the garden in relation to The Visit. He said – it needs a bit more tidying yet.
What if it pours with rain the whole time??
My great friend Pat, a great garden tour guide, admits that it does really shape your view of a garden. Spring sunshine lifts the whole show and may make our various interesting shades of green look glamorous. But when it rains just now we still put a fire in and pretend it’s winter.
Can I buy something and stuff it in quick, in the hope it will lift everything? Or at least distract attention. This is the deceptive time of year when there are still spaces in the garden, looking as if they just need some yummy additional plants. It’s not actually true – any yummy additional plants quickly get smothered as the season develops – but it might work as a temporary measure???
Well, ok, she can always admire my ‘hero’ plants…..
My poor love! So much anxiety! And me having abandoned you for a weeks walking in Provence.And you’ve got three group visits to deal with before I’m back. Your readers will now think I’m a complete swine as opposed to the Handsome Helper that I’m normally portrayed as. But I have worked my socks off to get the garden ready for Marianne. Relax! It’s looking super and will still be in a weeks time. Open a bottle and take it easy. And embrace those weeds.
I suppose embracing weeds is some kind of substitute for embracing you..
Well, clearly, you’ve been so engrossed in tidying the garden that you’ve neglected a haircut! If I make it this year (honest, I’ve been trying) I’ll bring my hair clippers.
Jealous?
I’m looking forward to hearing how this turns out, though I agree with Charles. Let it be. It’s not worth all the worry. (You’re not really anxious are you?)
Absolutely I’m anxious – about all our visitors actually. I always feel on the line, and we get very little feedback (apart from ‘lovely garden, what a lot of work) so it’s always guessing, guessing guessing – did they like it??
Handsome helper! Love it, going to steal that name for my helper. The garden will be divine. It’s in the UK, how can it not be? (I’m an anglophile when it comes to gardens).
Well, you are creating a standard for us to meet – divine UK garden!????
Wow, who is this evil judgemental so-and-so?!?!? Does she wear pearls and a twinset? LOL. Well I got a good chuckle out of that – though I am concerned you are stressing when the most important things are meeting up, conversations with you and your handsome helper and a lingering wander or two or three. And that fish and chips you mentioned washed down with wine and another wander at dusk.
As for garden styles, most important thing to me about a garden (well, nearly), is the soul of it – the personality of it, regardless of the style of it – and from what I’ve seen online, the design is fantastic. Look forward to some new ideas for copycat potential. You and I both garden with ridges and woods and wildspaces always near, it will be interesting to see how you deal with them. And don’t pull your weeds – I want to see what they are. Besides, didn’t you hear, Rachel deThame says keep them. 😉
My (new) camassias were glorious but now going over, and I’ve had a chance to at least see my roses and clematis and huge allium mix this year. Tropicals are in and cooking, AND Michael promises to build the raised vegetable beds while I’m gone and possibly lay the gravel. The June Gap is a great time to leave my garden and come see yours! xoM
Yep, I know – it’ll be the talk that counts. And how could we miss Rachel the Tame (and everyone else) on weeds? Inescapable.
You did choose a good time to leave your garden. But the fact that I refuse to leave mine suggests there must be something that keeps me stuck here. Besides looking forward to a certain visit. 🙂
Anne and/or Marianne, would you come to my garden?
Where’s that?
Lower peninsula, central Michigan. I shudder to think how stressed I’d be if either one of you showed up….and if you both did, Lordy, no tellin’ what I’d do.
But I’d love to find out!
That is rather a long way!
I haven’t actually met Marianne in person, but I get the impression that if the wine is flowing and the conversation is going, all will be swell. I am quite envious. Some day I hope to see the view from Veddw, but Dixter in June will have to suffice for now. I must remember to count how many gardeners I see crammed into the long border!
Let us know the gardener count, do! And, I know, I’m stacking up the bottles. Any garden might look great in a boozy twilight.
Im having coffee, in my zipup purple velour bathrobe, drinking coffee AND Laughing my buns off reading this article AND all the conversation following it… WHILE my “handsome helper” is bent over in the garden weeding!!!.. now THAT is something to giggle about… I would worry myself sick weeks and weeks before such a visit and then, true-to-form, drink a few gin and tonics on the day of reckoning and “let her rip, tater chip”! … have fun!
Soooo useful, having handsome helper, isn’t it? I think he can help me to the drinks too, come the day!