Post by murrayc on Jun 16, 2018 12:52:43 GMT
OUR England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
(Kipling - The Glory of the Garden)
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
(Kipling - The Glory of the Garden)
Thanks to the hard work and ingenuity of Pat Costello and funding from Cllr Hiller’s Bentswood fund we now have a beautiful arbour at the rear of the Community Garden. This year we’ll be holding the BBQ in the Community Garden and we’ll be asking for your views on these questions:
What kind of planting would you like to see growing up and around the arbour?
Would it be improved by having rails or a trellis at the rear or sides?
Do you have a view on the colour of weatherproofing paint we use on it?
The BBQ is on Sunday, 1st July from 2pm – 5pm, but if you can’t make it please have a look at the Garden and the arbour and let us know in person (Murray plot 6a, Jane plot 15, Andrew plot 10a), here on the Forum or on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/Haywards-Heath-Allotments-Community)
We're also asking for practical help with the garden site. Starting on the morning of the BBQ, and thereafter on the first Sunday of every month we'd like to start a tradition of weeding - and planting - parties where we can keep the garden looking good and perhaps share some refreshments. Do come and join us anytime between 10 and 12. It's amazing how much can be done in a short time.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.
By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.