This blog has had a lengthy gestation phase, longer than those of elephants and whales, but now it’s time to go into labour. First of all, a heart-felt welcome to my old faithfuls, who know what to expect from having read “In the Garden”, my long-running column in the Shetland Times, the Shetland Isles’ weekly paper.
For my new readers I’d like to say that The Impossible Garden refers to my garden at 60º North, its and the gardener’s agonies and ecstasies, its flora and fauna – including humans resident or migratory.
What started as a small patch of annuals outside my kitchen window in the 1970s has since fledged into two acres of shelterbelts, wetland, a pond, wild flower meadows, mixed borders, woodland, and alpine landscapes for lime as well as acid lovers.
Over the years about 1,500 species and cultivars from all over the world have found a home at Lea Gardens and now attract visitors from all over the world.
According to some, the garden with its cosmopolitan gathering of plants is an enchanting place, but it would be a smidgeon dull to spend all our time in it. We’ll venture out of the garden whenever we (my readers and I) please, and in good time you’ll be introduced to Lily, the supreme illustrator, the delightful Hilary, my favourite botanist, his less delightful colleague Dr.Noltie, as well as the illustrious Mr. Gentleman, mean and nasty High Maintenance Husband, the beautiful and talented Society Lady and their rather unusual ménage à trois.
Now and again this blog will also be used for Lea Gardens news such as opening times, special events and new developments.