Yesterday I returned from three weeks in Italy. While there I visited almost 20 gardens, some on my own and some in the company of the group of ten I was leading, along with my friend, travel consultant and organizer par excellence, Julia Guest.
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Ideally in today’s post I’d share some insights into Italian gardens, but processing all that I saw and learned will take several weeks. Appreciating the flowers that were in bloom takes no time at all.
Last year when I was in the same area of Italy, leading a different group through gardens betwen Florence to Rome, the weather was cool — some would say downright cold. But this year, the days before our tour had been much warmer. That meant, sadly, that the wisteria was finished, but it also meant that the roses were at their best.
So today, I am simply sharing images of some of the extraordinarily beautiful roses that I saw. They varied in size, colour, shape. Some were single,
some more ruffled than any I’ve seen before.
The colours ranged from the simplicity of white
to pale pink and white combined…
to red buds that opened to a brighter pink.
This unmistakably red rose was ruffled velvet.
Some bushes were smothered in blossoms with the promise of more to come.
while others were smothered with blossoms that seemed to open to the sun, even as I watched.
Some roses radiated colour,
some were more subdued.
Almost all were intensely fragrant, with scents that ranged from sweet to spicy to sparkle-bursts of colour. Coming out of the villa at Poggio Torselli, into the formal garden planted with English exuberance, the impact was stronger than I can fairly describe — like moving from dim light to centre stage.
When will someone invent an app for an experience like that?