A year ago I was in Rome to visit the garden of Ninfa. It is just outside of Rome, a short train ride away and it is the most glorious garden in the world, built against the ruins of a medieval city, it is evocative and has this other worldly mood about it.
Ninfa was a medieval city, now in ruins. It always had a garden there for centuries, built against the back drop of these ruins. It is beautiful and romantic, some has called it 'the most romantic garden in the world.' The Caetani family owned it for centuries and has recently set up a trust and/or foundation to care for it and keep it opened to the public for eternity. A visitor asked why there are ruins in the garden and was it put there for effect. So ignorant. I have an ebook on Kindle detailing all about the garden. It was such a pleasurable visit.
This is the pond at Charleston farmhouse, a place where the children of Vanessa Bell entertained themselves. Not many of us have the wherewithal growing up. I remember we had a pond like this growing up which was at the bottom of the hill from where our ramshackle house was. It was a pond where the ducks played in. We raised ducks for food, we were dirt poor. It was at the edge of a rubber plantation where mosquitoes rule the air. We spent many childhood moments playing and sharing this dirty pond with the ducks. We were so poor, we had to improvise and use whatever was close by as our toys.
There are actually places like this in the world where the flowers just bloom and blossom into such exuberance. This was on the island of Fano in the far Western side of Denmark. This is my idea of an island escape, not the tropical stuff. I love to go back. This was in the Summer of 2015!