Visit this Lush Natural Garden in the Heart of Wiltshire
Great-Aunt Mabel: ninety-two, wheelchair-bound, avid armchair gardener, royal pain in the nether regions. And it’s my luck to be pushing her around this blooming garden.
‘Closer, child. Just smell those roses.’
‘You know, I’ve read about this garden.’
Aunt Mabel snorts.
‘Onward! The colour of that lavender!’
Two sturdy brown legs emerge from behind the delphiniums. He’s not, is he? Yep, just the boots and gardening gloves. Mabel can’t help but stare – filched lavender cutting held aloft between bony forefinger and thumb.
‘You can admire all you like madam, but please don’t pinch what isn’t yours.’
Told you this garden was famous.
M J Lewis©2016
Actually, the famous naked gardener of Abbey House Gardens of Malmesbury in Wiltshire also used to wear a rather fetching tool belt, but that would have pushed me beyond the Friday Fiction 100 words.
And apparently you folks in the US also have a long history of poetry, gardening and nudity, via Walt Whitman.
Don’t have a clip of Walt, but here’s a very British (clothed) interviewer on Country File visiting Abbey House Gardens. Sadly I think it’s clothes-on every day now at Malmesbury and the famous clothes-optional visiting days are no more. Think I’ll just take up naked bathing, in my own bathroom.
Many thanks to our gracious host Rochelle,to John Nixon for the strange photo prompt (which it has to be said has produced some very weird stories, mine included) and to all who visit.
Dear Miranda,
That certainly left me with some mental images. Stop to smell which roses? Fun story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I definitely succumbed to silliness this week in the face of too much bad news…Glad you enjoyed the mental images! 🙂
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…a garden I am yet to visit. Excellent.
My 100 word story!
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Will ramble over to your story Keith. Thanks for the visit, clothed or otherwise I will never know…
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Be careful in the sun. We wouldn’t want those tender areas to get sunburned.
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Unfortunately not much chance of any sun burnt parts, tender or otherwise, in the UK at the moment. Thanks for visiting.
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Oh how sad that it is gone, it sounds like so much fun. I like great-aunt Mabel. My mother also filched cuttings from wherever she went. And it’s good that you bathe naked in your own bathroom, otherwise I’d worry. 😀
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We’re usually a bit buttoned up in Britain but that garden was something else!
Pinching cuttings is a grand tradition of all gardeners, and seed gathering. Think it depends on the circumstances, eg not at the garden centre! I have a lovely periwinkle that is related to the one in my local park.
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Yup, never in the garden centre, but parks, the zoo… my mother had fun. I’m a wimp, I always felt uncomfortable. LOL.
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Ha… I told you that it’s famous… love that, and just maybe not for lavender and roses. Wonder about the tools in that toolbelt.
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Just don’t go there! 🙂
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I imagine that would be quite the shock!
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Yep, poor Aunt Mabel – red faced and caught red handed.
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I love this 🙂 He’d better watch those bees buzzing about in the lavender, with all his dangly bits exposed!
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Well you said it, a bit more explicitly than me!
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