Sunday, January 25, 2009

Scented Garden


There used to be a scented garden at Laverstone Manor. Lady Melissa Waters (1839 – 1914) created it as an adjunct to the West Wing, where one could step out of the house and into the delights of Jasmine, Lavender, Thyme and so on. It surrounded a small stone and wrought iron arbour twined with rambling roses and she would sit there with her books and letters and while away the summer afternoons.

The garden was demolished during the occupation of the house by the RAF in the First War. They apologised afterward, but it made an excellent spot for five-a-side cricket, with the arbour serving as club house. Herbert turned it into an outdoor cooking area, and the desolation of the pigeon-haunted surroundings – albeit one of romantically recovered wilderness – is pervaded by the eternal reek of frying onions.

Julie found a record of the planting from 1886 (Lady Waters was a stickler for detail) and she wanted to recreate it.

Jasfoup was reluctant. “Bad memories,” he said.

“It’ll be good for Lucy,” she said.

Harold put it on the spring List of Things To Do.

6 comments:

aims said...

I'd love a scented garden - but I'm rubbish at gardening outside. Besides - nothing much grows in the snow.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I would hate to be without a garden. I would have to build a huge conservatory!

BT said...

Me too Rach. I must set do and do a her jobby. Can't be outdone by Harold and J.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Oh for the disposable cash!

stephanie said...

No good trying to turn back time...

Leatherdykeuk said...

Of course not! ;)