When I am older I am going to have a
Magnolia in my garden, a great big one.
Ok probably not a big one, but there will be a Magnolia of some
description in my garden. My dream of
having a whole collection of them is maybe a tad unrealistic.
My next door neighbour has a sizeable one
that is currently in full bloom and is an absolute picture. It does come with slight drawbacks though; it
insists on dropping its petals all over the lawn causing it to look like there
is a permanent wedding going on out there and in leaf it casts half the garden
into shadow. Not helpful for
planting. However I love it, although I
am not entirely sure why. Maybe it is
the unusually huge size of the flowers or the way one variety grows its flowers
right on the end of the branches like someone has got up there and taped them
on. They somehow don’t look entirely
natural and maybe that’s their charm. My
absolute favourite has ridiculously frilly blooms that remind me of London
cheesecakes and shredded paper, completely over the top but very pretty.
A great place for seeing a whole bunch of
varieties is Wakehurst Place Gardens in West Sussex. This time of year visitors just can’t resist
whipping out there fancy digital SLR cameras to shoot them from every angle,
why I don’t know. Do they go home and
relive the memories?? Who knows. Shamefully I joined them this year and I even
skipped over the grass through the daffodil bulbs for some up close and
personal shots, naughty me.
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