Summer speeds towards autumn and the metamorphosis of the year …Below the village the waves now race onto the beach. After so many weeks of gently rippling seas, their sudden energy is a quiet reminder that the autumn equinox is on its way. The metamorphous of summer into autumn may bring this exceptional season to an end however our sub tropical gardens have relished the challenge. They seem almost to have a foot in two design camps, combining exuberant subtropical planting with the structure and formality of an English garden, thus creating a garden of contradictions for our guests to discover.
To find out more about this enchanting time of year at Ednovean Farm, click the link below.
I was born in England...and moved to Wales when I was two years old...to a small fishing village called The Mumbles, just down the railroad track from Swansea, along the sea. Back in the day, this village was everything you'd want to live in as a kid...surrounded by the sea and the mountains, cliffs and fields full of buttercups, hedgerows high and filled with brambly scrambling vines and flowers...Red currants and peas from village vegetable gardens were plentiful, and we were able to play among the sheep wandering everywhere. The green of the fields was intense. We left Wales to come to Houston, the other side of the world and not QUITE as green, and since then I've travelled more or less constantly...later in life I took up hiking, when my first hike with a friend took me to the Cornish coast in England. There I was able to walk the causeway from Marazion to Mount St. Michael, visit Mousehole where my mother was born, and return to The Mumbles decades after I first lived there. Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places on the face of the earth...but then, there are so many beautiful places...you have to seize the day, or it passes you by...gone in the wink of an eye.
