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A Different World! You enter through a gate in the large brick wall and suddenly realize that you are truly in a different place. Immediately in front and dominating the space is the tower where she kept her writing office and was able to command a view of her entire creation. Manicured lawns are enclosed by a high brick wall that is patently there but almost completely covered by a range of magnificent climbers. Clematis, one of my favourite vines, does things here that I can only dream of in my somewhat harsher climate. Great drifts of flowers hang from the wall to at least 10m (33ft.) Your eyes gradually slide downward to the borders in front of those walls. Filled with a wide variety of perennials and shrubs. You start to realize the size of these borders when you stand and contemplate a large purple flowered shrub and slowly realize that, yes, it is a Buddleia, larger than would ever grow in my climate. If it did I wouldn’t have room for it. Vistas! The carefully crafted vista draws my eye down a long sweep of gardens and hedges to find the statue at the far end in it’s own semi-circle of Yew hedge. From here on throughout Sissinghurst’s gardens the eye is constantly drawn down a variety of vistas. Some very manicured, one very wild through a grove of hazel, always with a powerful element at the end to complete the view. Some of these vistas intersect each other and you only slowly become aware of it as you follow them. Famously White! Each of Sissinghurst’s separate garden rooms these paths and vistas lead me to are quite different and a delight unto themselves. The most famous is the white garden. Knowing that I would eventually wander in to it did not reduce its impact. How can any space that is filled and that is the right word, with nothing but green foliage and white flowers be so powerful. Yet powerful is not the correct word as there is no sense of power but rather an amazing sense of calm and serenity. Any stresses and strains that traveling here may have induced, drain from my body. I observe a couple quietly sitting at a table in the corner, reading. My first thought is, “Why are they wasting valuable garden viewing time just sitting there?” Then it slowly dawns on me that they probably come here regularly just to be in this space. Cerainly Sissinghurst’s creator must have used this space to regenerate herself. |
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