It’s ten years since the garden was last in the public eye. I return to maintain it every month. Every time I go there I am uplifted by this beautiful place. Today it is particularly weedy after the rain. I will spend the next three hours zapping the weeds with my knapsack sprayer. In three weeks these weeds will be dead, but by then more will have germinated! I hate this intermittent maintenance, but have no choice. I am half an hour from home.
|My knapsack sprayer is an |
essential tool in this garden!
I used to pride myself that I maintained the garden in two hours a week, every week of the year. This is well below the standard time for such maintenance. I once overheard a visitor say, “Two hours a week, what does he find to do in two hours a week?” Clearly he was not a gardener! In the same vein, I was recently greeted with, “Hello, what are you doing here?” I think the villager thought the churchyard had looked after itself for the past ten years!
Bolton Percy has fine pre-reformation church. Here, in Cromwell’s time, a local Roundhead, a member of the great Fairfax family, married a lady Cavalier. The medieval church, surrounded by grass and trees is beautiful. At blossom time, the huge lime tree booms with the combined hum of a thousand bees. I do not look after this part. ‘My’ garden is across the road. I sometimes see folk walking away perplexed. I imagine them thinking, “that Roger talks a lot but, as a garden, it’s not special”. They have not looked across the road! Church and garden are always open (perhaps leave a small ‘thank you’ in the collection box).
|Bolton Percy church - the millenium stained glass window|
It’s a ‘must’ to see the fine millenium stained glass window. It’s modern art, but gaze in for a few minutes and country scenes pop out. I can see a cow in the second segment up from the left. I’d be interested to know how many different scenes you can see?
Even without my weekly attention, the garden looks lovely. Over the years I have had much joy from visitors’ delight. Once, a lady, emotionally overcome, was in tears. On the other hand, I am sometimes deflated by “What a shame! Isn’t it overgrown.”