Gardens are for dreaming: several successive days of rain have left the garden here drenched with the tops of the fells and mountains laced with snow that’s out of sight because of low cloud. The botanists describe this environment as Temperate Rainforest, and it can be really fertile; the moist plants are delightfully fragrant. The smells and sounds of the dripping plants conjuring up the days we hiked the Routeburn trail in New Zealand or the primeval laurel forests of Madeira and the Islas Canarias or as a child visiting Moseley Botanical Gardens with my now ninety year-old Aunt.
Here is a set of photos just from walks around my garden in Keswick, snatched between working on fixing up inside.
