As a frequenter of gardens open for charity, I am getting to know what to expect and from where. Mostly the standards are high. The causes are good ones. It is a nice afternoon out, there are many things about it all that are very positive.
Being as I am, very keen on plants, the ones where people have the interesting and rare used in imaginitive ways, this combined with good and simple design, these appeal to me the most. As do those where the plants are given what they want, and are thriving. Not ones where they are left to languish in far from ideal growing conditions.
However, some gardens open to the public leave much to be desired.. ..Many have an air of suburban blandness about them. Overly tidy plots in rural areas with not a blade of grass out of place, lots of bare earth, objets placed rather haphazardly around the site.
Too much razored grass, bare earth,and paving/gravel; bulbs that have stopped flowering trussed-up in elastic bands. Also too few individual plants, and a lack of variety overall. The plants displayed owing more to garden centres than nurseries. Subjects that look good in pots, but terrible in a border.
I have worked in retail plant sales, from the middle to the upper end of things horticultural. Most commercial garden centres offer exactly the same plants. All have the same suppliers. It’s always good to see something new, or rarely seen.
So many gardens overall have NO sense of place attached to them. They reflect nothing of their surroundings. In fact they exist in a vacuum. In urban situations, surrounded by the grey of concrete and charcoal of asphalt, many gardens are singular oases. But where other gardens are visible there is no excuse for this.
In fact I can see why rural populations resent ‘incomers’. Leaving aside the front gardens turned into car parks, and overly neat verges and lawns and putting house-prices out of reach of their children and grand-children. Bad as these things are, some things are worse still.
Far worse than all of these is the insidious suburbanisation of everywhere. Everything overly tidy.
The rise and rise of the outdoor housekeeper.
Perhaps it’s a result of people thinking they can control everything. All shrubs ruthlessly turned into topiary. I particularly hate this with shrubs like forsythia, berberis and buddleia which are naturally arching and elegant with long wands of branches bearing flowers. All turned into ugly ‘mushrooms’ of congested branches.
In rural areas, no wildflowers on verges for butterflies and bees. No longer, wilder grass. No seed-heads and berries for wintering birds. Even farmers flail-mow their hedges in autumn, removing all of the berries and hips that might have fed wildlife in winter.
Perhaps people really are too detached from the reality of nature, of the seasons, differing soil and light conditions, and the fact that in our climate the dominant trees drop their leaves in winter.
I have known people incensed by the fact that a dark, root-infested postage-stamp of a garden, badly overhung by lime trees or sycamores, can’t become a mass of burgeoning, sun-loving flowers.
There are plants that will grow in this. But it will always be predominantly a garden of foliage. Of greens and leaf textures, and less of flowers.
Most horrific of all, bedding plants planted in troughs literally in the dark.
Nature has limits. As a species we seem to have forgotten that. Also, giving plants what they want, and creating associations of plants that enhance, augment and follow on from one another under a given set of conditions, will always be more pleasing than a bedding scheme.
A mossy lawn in too much shade still has more texture, colour and interest than astroturf.