There is no doubt that places one knows and loves deeply have their own special way of conversing. Mount Congreve Gardens certainly fall into that category for me and I can best describe the feeling through this short poem:
WordsI don’t take your words Merely as words. Far from it. I listen To what makes you talk – Whatever that is – And me listen. Shinkichi Takahashi (Translated from the Japanese by Lucien Stryk and Takahashi Ikemoto)
At present, Mount Congreve is full of colour and the Astilibes, especially, are blooming in glory:
However, what spoke loudest to me when I was there were hearts of all descriptions. I think seeing a painting ( I don’t know by whom yet!) of the late Ambrose Congreve in the delightful little coffee shop set the tone for me.
Here was the man who had devoted so much love into developing Mount Congreve into the gardens that we enjoy today:
So, it was a walk defined by thoughts of heart, hearts, and heartfulness and one during which it seemed that Mount Congreve was speaking and listening by turn.