Above: Young Arthur with his “Grandmar” at Chatsworth House. Photograph via @arthurparkinson_.
Getting lost in vivid beds of Russel hybrid lupins at Chatsworth House when I was 3.
The Garden by Deborah Devonshire.
Demanding, engulfing, bees.
Foxgloves, honeysuckles, peonies, dahlias, waterlilies, mints, soft fruit, roses, scabious, violas, cosmos, nasturtiums, herbs, geums. Poppies.
Begonias, Laurel, photinia yucca, phormium, busy Lizzies, bedding geraniums. Conifers.
Geums.
That the garden you love today won’t always be yours tomorrow.
I hate the idea of the garden being domesticated into an outdoor room with facilities to accommodate barbecues and the like. I also think dogs and children often cripple a garden!
Fences. We need as many native hedges our garden boundaries can accommodate because they are vital habitat for songbirds and insects.
Prune the roses.
A deck chair in the summer plonked—make yourself have time in the garden. Don’t be a slave to the work. Embrace it and enjoy being in it when the weather is good.
I cut flowers from the garden every few days and bring pots in, and out, too.
Bird bath.
As little as possible.
Florist scissors they are great for pruning and cutting.
Unfortunately almost everything I own.
Gooseberry bushes.
Coton Manor, Northamptonshire.
Emotional connection to the earth. I suppose also it’s good to be God to a packet of seeds. Love the magic of growing and nurturing something.
Thanks so much, Arthur! (You can follow him on Instagram @arthurparkinson_.)
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