And in these rooms, there are layers ... rising from tiny ground cover flowers to majestic climbing roses, up-thrusting their canes over high trellises.
Perfume fills the air, as does birdsong ... whistling, chirping and chortling.
At one point, there is a great cascading parasol of pink blossoms, suspended like the frozen fallout of a flower bomb.
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In the tearoom, there are rose teas, scones and jam and delicious flavours of sorbet and ice-cream.
We will have to visit the gardens once the sunshine returns, and maybe also the chocolatier, Maison Guinguet, in the next street.
ReplyDeleteYes Kerrie, it's a date. We move from here down to a little gite this side of Miramont on Tuesday morning. It is only a short drive from Duras. You can show us where the chocolate shop is!
DeleteI had never heard about the Jardin de Boissonna and thank you for posting this. It seems to be really interesting and beautiful.
DeleteI love the color of that yellow/orange rose just above the wild pelargonium in part 2 and the yellow iris in part 1.
Tony, I should have mentioned your photos are excellent. Better late than never!
ReplyDeletethanks Charles Henry
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