
So the scene was set. Glasshouse was swept and decked out in bunting; Growbag sister Elaine was installed on plant sales; son’s girlfriend, Emily, was put in charge of tea and cakes (son couldn’t be trusted, it needs someone properly organised for this key role, ergo someone female); family friend Anne was installed on the gate; radio contact was established with the four other gardens open in the village that day and we were off!

A detectable frisson of nervousness ran around the team when we realised that we had been successful in getting our little village event into the diary in the Telegraph Gardening Supplement – could we cope with the hordes? Were our Risk Assessments sufficiently robust? (Hazards identified: tripping over Jack Russell, being pecked by chickens….)
In the event we had around 250 people through our

When the frontline troops convened that evening for a debrief and a restorative glass of wine – like a drawing room scene in Midsomer Murders – we totted up our various income streams to discover we’d made a total of £2,250 for our local hospice. What a brilliant life-affirming way to raise money for such a worthy charity.
Elaine is doing the same for the National Gardens Scheme next weekend…..

Laura, your
I have been opening the

Key plants I am watching – the beautiful Rose ‘Fantin Latour’ always prompts comment and is cascading out of the quince tree – that should still be enbonpoint. Abutilon vitifolium ‘Tennants White’ has been in flower for almost a month – can it hang on for another five days? The gaudy red oriental poppies are beginning to unfurl by the pond, and the various philadelphus are starting to pump out scent – oh weatherman, that’s another thing; please no wind at the weekend! (In all senses, of course – let’s hope Rachel’s Baked Bean and Caramel Fudge cake has fewer consequences this year).

So paths to be swept, and flyers to be given out, and crockery to be sorted, and plant-stall to be arranged……..all so bonkers, so British, so frankly wonderful.
I know that Caroline is a very keen Open

Yes characteristically I didn’t contribute anything but went for an afternoon of idle enjoyment looking around the village gardens in Stenton, East Lothian. A great advert for a lovely village (why didn’t the house sellers there throw their doors open on Sunday afternoon – they’d have had their property sold by 5pm!).

I suffered terrible Celmisia envy at the first

Clive, a rescued cat, epitomised just how many worries and priorities were being experienced in Stenton on Sunday!
