I dithered about going to Mount Congreve Garden yesterday because of the rain but the thought came to me that there may well come a day when I can no longer walk and I will wonder how I could ever have let rain stop me going to places I love.
I drove out to my haven with a real sense of purpose and freedom. I have no idea why, but paths were on my mind from the moment I set foot in the lush gardens. In many ways, it was like walking indoors because the heavily foliaged trees served as huge canopies, especially throughout the wooded parts. The voice of the rain was like a duet to all the birdsong and provided the perfect music as I made my way along the winding paths.
Mount Congreve, like life, is all about choice and each time I go there I seem to find a new path and, anyway, the paths take on different appearances as the weeks pass and bring new blooms and lit up areas. Here are some of the paths that lured me along: