Spiritual home

Kew Gardens is the spiritual home of all gardeners, and regular visits must be made in accordance with divine decree. To sit within the Palm House, absorbing the essential energies of flowers and plants from around the globe, is to feel replete. Not to visit Kew, particularly during the inclement month of February, is unthinkable for any but the most boorish denizens of earth.

The cost and effort involved pales into insignificance besides the inestimable value obtained from rubbing shoulders with fellow enthusiasts of the greatest art known to mankind. For those that want to “join”, we “Friends of Kew”, known far and wide from our embossed “cards” blessed by “Management”, have free entrance bestowed on us and our accolytes.

Praise be to the turnstile operators.

Kew Gardens

Crocuses you say? They’re all over the place! The madness of driving (or not driving) all the way to central Londond for a few crocuses! I got in last week for the reduced price of £7.50 since it was going to close in one and half hours. I can’t believe the readiness to pay good money to see some old rusty green houses and trees when we live so near the Real Countryside. Fortunately I wasn’t the one paying B-) Although, I would conceed that come summer time there mght be more to see than grass and empty flower beds

Kew Gardens

We all set off for Kew on a cold Sunday morning but Bertie the box broke down half way there so after being towed back home and starting off again in Rodney, Geoff and I spent less time gazing in awe at the crocuses than we might otherwise have done. Although I wasn’t present to witness the speeches, I believe the rest of the party stated in no uncertain terms that they had never enjoyed themselves so much in their lives, bitter wind notwithstanding.

Many lovely orchids. It was too early for the camelias, sadly.

Hopefully, we’ll return in April.

Meanwhile, Bertie sits outside in disgrace.