The courtyard behind the main house leading to our cottage.
A neighbor's window.
The pigeon house at The Rococo Garden. What ghostly face hovers in the window?
Today's mysterious plant selections.
Unusual varieties of familiar plants and a bee.
These two birds (there's another behind the grass on the right) claim this rock near our cottage door. They were not afraid of us and stared us down.
Painswick's church. There are 99 yew trees, some of which have intertwined branches that form arches over the paths. Legend has it that there can never be 100 yews, that one will die if another is planted. The trees each have a little sign attached to their trunk. Most of the yews have been "adopted" by someone.
A path through the arched yews.
In the chuch was a display of the submissions for a fashion contest using recycled (?) materials. The winner used maps.
This charming dress was made of newspaper. The bodice was papier machéd.
Once we got Tom in the stocks, we couldn't figure out how to get him out. If you receive an email from me asking you to send $622.18 to a Nigerian account to get him out of jail, it's not a scam.
Within the two hours we were at the garden, it was cool, cold, warm, and hot with great randomness. It even drizzled. When we were leaving, the sun began to blaze. We were in this long hedge path. I could see the cool breeze stirring the trees. I could hear the breeze wheezing by. I just couldn't feel it. It was stiffling in the hedge walk.
There were lots of water features, none of them along a central line.
There were tons of espaliered trees. Only the pear trees seemed to be fruiting.
This was a claustrophobic little folly. You could rent it for a party. The party would have to be you and one and a half guests, I think.
Creepy roots.
A wide shot of the garden. Very Constable-landscapy sort of scene.
