There's nothing quite like a cuppa and a deckchair in an English Country Garden!

We were lucky enough to spend a few days in London with one of my oldest and dearests, the wife of one of Ads godfathers and mother of 2 gorgeous not so little kids, and the curator of a little peace of tranquility and beauty in the great metropolis, the big smoke.

There's something about the subtlety of the colors, the never ending shades of green which is a constant reminder that those rays of sunshine are temporary so enjoy and make most, the gentle mix of flowers...its all wonderfully and delightfully British! Even Ads commented that the "greens" are different in England, softer and wetter!

And the roses......I am not a rose expert but I know enough to know that roses are complicated - both as to flower and aroma, many species and cross species etc.etc. But for me they are just beautiful and an integral part of that English Garden.

"What a good year for the roses, many blooms still linger there"...they'll definitely linger in my photo collection.

My practical hands on, gardening experience is both short and sad....a few non-memorable pots of short lived blooms and I have managed to force a few tomatoes into existence but I imagine tending and producing an altogether wondrous display must be very cathartic. Maybe akin to baking for pleasure rather than for a never satisfied gang of little menfolk who gulp down without tasting.