I always try to show the Priory off at it’s best.
By posting photos of it looking (hopefully) alluring and interesting and
beautiful. It seems impolite somehow to do otherwise. It is, I think, a very special place and I started blogging, partly, in order to share it’s charms with others. Of course, by framing views of the gardens in a certain way
it is easy to cut out the dandelion or dock, the fading flower and withered stem.
|Hamamelis – August 2011|
And concentrate on the pretty stuff. The easy on the eye stuff. But that isn’t true to life is it? And it is a deception I’ve become increasingly aware of and a wrong I will now start righting. There is plenty (such bountiful plenty) of things wrong with the gardens at the Priory, that it seems dishonest not to write about and photograph them. So to start off what I initially thought would be an occasional series (but now realise will appear often and run and run), here’s the first post on things that make me sad, annoyed, anxious or just a little depressed at the Priory.
No, not the ducks. I really like having mallard at the Priory (and this is a fine re-enactment of a battle-cruiser squadron at the Battle of Jutland, May 1916. Though number four is looking to be court martialed). No it isn’t the ducks, it’s the duckweed.
|The East Pond – August 2008|
When I started work at the Priory the ponds were clear of it. Now, whether it’s been carried in on the breast of a splash-landing duck or surreptitiously introduced by my gardening arch-enemy, it smothers both ponds.
I can’t imagine that the ponds have never had duckweed on them before. After all, the east pond has been here for hundreds of years – the west pond is modern. Maybe it comes and goes like the tides. Maybe the nutrient levels in the water determines whether it flourishes or not – I suspect so.
Perhaps it’ll disappear and once again I’ll see the sky when I look down into the water. I can’t believe that will happen but perhaps it will.
Maybe I ought to just concentrate on the pretty stuff after all. And just pretend that the not so pleasing things in life aren’t happening. Easy to do. After all – you would never know. Would you? But I would … and, to be honest, there is such a rich vein to be tapped of all that is wrong at the Priory, that I can’t possibly ignore it any longer. Besides, often it’s the things that haven’t turned out right or that have died or that have simply perplexed that are the most interesting. So yes, this is a series that will run and run and run.