RHS Wisley | Part II

Ya know, sometimes art just doesn't communicate with you. Well, for me, this looks like one side of a twisty broken pelvis? No one else get that, maybe? Maybe a little? 
I guess that's modern art. 
I was more enticed by the giant leaves. I felt like Alice in Wonderland wiggling round them & ducking under. 
Also, when I'm old and grey, this is (part of) the garden I want. 
Manicured & landscaped. With grass that is strictly no bugs. It's not even grass it's a lawn. A lawn for picnics and reading and dozing.  

RHS Wisley | Part I

The back to school season is approaching fast. And soon summer will collapse into an autumn-y haze of notebooks, note taking & reading. Before you know it, we'll all be ruggedly wrapped up in coats, tall boots & cushioned scarves. 

A family affair took us to Wisley. Cake was gorged, picnics were eaten, landscapes were admired, fish were fed, photos were shot...