Greenspring Gardens, looking across the park.
David with Johnny and Clare, resting
David and I packed the dogs in the car and took off for Green Spring Gardens yesterday. A few years ago, I worked as a volunteer in the children’s garden at Greenspring, and I like to visit several times a year.
Heronswood Black Helleborus
Midweek, the park, once the home of an US diplomat, is mostly empty. Yesterday, the few visitors consisted of old folks with canes, some carrying cameras, dog walkers, and the odd young couple, one with a little red-headed kid who kept running away. The plant sale at the greenhouse had attracted a few enthusiastic shoppers.
With canes in hand, leashed dogs and my camera, David and I fitted in with the rest of the visitors.
The early bloomers, snowdrops and such had come and gone, but clumps of Helleborus dotted the landscape, and the lovely Camilla shrubs were in fine form.
It was a beautiful day and all of us enjoyed our outing. Later we came home and David and the dogs crashed in their beds and I in my easy chair to read.