Well, hello again, and welcome back!
You’ve found me wandering the gravel path that leads from one themed garden to the next on the grounds of Hatley Park. While all the gardens were beautiful this particular little patch of ground tugged at the strings of my heart.
In the very center of the garden sat this sweet little Tudor Cottage with its unadorned windows and simple front door. A humble little home that I’m sure has been filled with much love and laughter down through the years.
Imagine waking each morning to the sound of bird song and not another person in sight.
Quiet solitude! My idea of paradise! I only say this because my cottage is so close to my neighbors that she can peer out her windows to my gardens below. On the other side of the wall are conversations I’d rather not hear at all.
“Many morns I have strolled along the red brick path only to find my dreamy thoughts invaded from without.”
The air dripped with the warm scent of lavender bushes that were planted to one side of the gardeners cottage.
And then there was this lovely garden gate leading to yet another garden that lay beyond. But alas, the castle tour was about to begin so back up the path we wandered.
I think next time we’ll meet in the Italian Gardens, if that’s ok with you ;-).