Happy Easter

April 8, 2012

I’ve been a bit dilatory recently with the blog, partly because I’ve been in London for a few days and partly because the garden is yelling for attention, with everything suddenly growing fast. We no longer have a gardener for reasons of economy. And also because it’s so difficult to find anyone who is at all competent or even interested. I don’t mean to bleat. I adore the garden and it’s the only exercise I take. Before I went away I took a photograph of the back door

which used to be the front door until the introduction of cars, I suppose they might have arrived in these parts in about the 1920s. When we came came in 1998 every time there was a shortage of rain you could l see the large  turning circle for the carriages, carts and traps as a brown shadow on the lawn. Horse drawn vehicles of course can’t be driven backwards or be left to stand long but cars need somewhere to be parked so I’m guessing that’s the reason the house was  changed round so to speak and the back, with its courtyard became the front. You can see that the lintel needs repair and it’s been on our list of things to be done from the beginning. But, being a romantic, I preferred to go ahead with the more exciting idea of transforming a rather dull lumpy tree-darkened lawn in front of it so this is what we did.

As a tribute to Easter and springtime I’m including a picture of the emerging wisteria, which is always rather fascinating as delicious colour emerges from silky grey buds

and the Simnel cake my daughter  made yesterday.

I hope everyone is enjoying themselves as much as I am.

3 Responses to “Happy Easter”

  1. Liz Collinson said

    Victoria, thank you for sharing these lovely pictures of your home with us. And the simnel cake looks yummy!

  2. Annegret said

    Exhausted, I sought
    A country inn, but found
    Wisteria in bloom

    Matsuo Basho (1644 – 1694)

  3. Annegret said


    And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
    Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
    And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
    That I am not the voice of country fellows
    Who now are standing by some headland talking
    Of turnips and potatoes or young corn
    Of turf banks stripped for victory.
    Here Peace is still hawking
    His coloured combs and scarves and beads of horn.

    Upon a headland by a whinny hedge
    A hare sits looking down a leaf-lapped furrow
    There’s an old plough upside-down on a weedy ridge
    And someone is shouldering home a saddle-harrow.
    Out of that childhood country what fools climb
    To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time?

    Patrick Kavanagh (1904 – 1967)

    Happy Easter 10 years on, in this dreadful year 2022. I hope your daughter has baked another lovely Simmel cake & you are well.

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