Over the past couple of weekends I have made a fascinating study of front gardens. This isn’t a new passion of mine and I’m not about to re-title this blog anytime soon. I have been leafleting and, I will put my hand up now, to admit that I am about to make a shameless plug for a amateur show that I’m involved with – Hounslow Light Opera’s ‘Little Shop of Horrors‘ (tickets still available – and there is a horticultural connection!!)
We do many things to promote a show and door-to-door leafleting is one of them. I’ll readily admit that it’s not my favourite task but it does provide a fascinating opportunity to see what other people living locally have done with their front gardens.
May be it’s just a South-West London thing but to me front gardens are definitely the poor relation. How often has anyone said to you that you must come round as their front garden is looking stunning at the moment? Living where we do, front gardens are either for car parking or skip parking as yet another house extends up, sideways or even down!
I will confess that local front gardens have sprung a few surprises on me recently. For example, I have been surprised at the prevalence of plastic trees … yes, really! Plastic box in tubs and hanging plastic box balls, which have a tendency to fade to blue, seemed surprisingly popular in one local street. (Hampton friends reading this, it’s OK, it’s not you!)
Another striking thing has been the multitude of different hues of gravel, from the humble grey beach pebble through to the designer purple slate chips. I confess I quite liked the slate grey and white gravel in front the house with a matching slate grey door with white surrounds. We have gravel in our front garden but it’s a fairly boring shade of brown (or gold as the packet claims). Another neighbour recently gravelled her front garden as a quick option (they intend to extend in a few years and so don’t want to create a lovely garden and then plonk scaffolding in it) but she’s quickly discovered one big disadvantage – the foxes absolutely love playing in it at night!
Our own front garden has had a rather chequered history. When we moved here, it was dominated by a monkey puzzle tree which was certainly a talking point. Then all of a sudden, twelve years ago now, it died. It was incredibly sad to see this and the speed with which it happened was truly shocking. This picture shows it at the start of 2005 when it was still vividly green.
But by the end of 2005, the branches were brown and crisp from top to toe and even more vicious than when it had been alive! (Although they did look great in the frost and covered in cobwebs.
Once the tree had been taken down, we really didn’t know what to do to fill the gap. Pots, including one with a eucalyptus that became far too big, filled the space and continue to do so today.
We never knew why the monkey puzzle died and that has always deterred us from committing again to something distinctive in the front garden. So enjoy our spring hellebores, our potted hollies by the door and the blast of golden forsythia in the front and middle hedge every spring but, beyond that I realise we are just like everyone else and most of our focus is outside the back door!
Still, I’m not going to complain. At least these plants don’t demand blood!