Mosaic Monday #157: Harlow Carr Garden

Visiting gardens is a favorite activity when we travel to the UK, and our recent trip was no exception.  Often, the gardens are a feature of a historic home we are touring, but in this case, Royal Horticulture Society Garden Harlow Carr is a destination in its own right.  The Garden has grown to 58 acres; originally, the Society leased 26 acres of mixed woodland, pasture and arable land at Harlow Hill from Harrogate Corporation, and opened the Harlow Carr Botanical Gardens in 1950. 

The gardens stand on what was once part of the Forest of Knaresborough, an ancient Royal hunting ground.  Springs of sulphur water were discovered here in 1734 but development of the site as a spa did not take place for more than 100 years. 

In 1840, Henry Wright, the owner of the estate, cleaned out and protected one of the wells and four years later built a hotel and bath house.  The hotel known as the Harrogate Arms and the land surrounding it was acquired by the RHS in 2014.  The wellheads in front of the bath house (at one time six wells were in use) were capped off but remain beneath the present Limestone Rock Garden.  The guide to garden noted that at certain times the smell of sulphur in this area is quite distinct, although it was not on the day of our visit.

Sitting in the beautiful Yorkshire countryside, Royal Horticulture Society Garden Harlow Carr offers a variety of growing landscapes, from running and still water, to woodland and wildflower meadows.  Highlights include the lavish Main Borders, bursting with generous prairie-style planting, and the lush, moisture-loving plants around Streamside.

The Four Seasons, an extraordinary collection of busts inspired by the seasons and created by contemporary American artist and filmmaker Philip Haas, were on display throughout the grounds.  Somehow, I missed one of them!

One building housed only alpine plants, and I was fascinated to see many of the families of plants that populate Montana mountains.

Although much of the garden was past its prime during our visit in early November, we still encountered plenty to enjoy.

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MM #156: Simple Pleasures - Home and Abroad

One of the joys of returning to the UK, or to a place often visited, is re-experiencing the simple things - foods, sites, memories.

I have written a similar post in the past (March 22, 2020), but you'll forgive me for celebrating these uncomplicated moments (again).

A visit to Greggs for baked goods.

Strolling Hardwick Park with Spousal Unit and my in-laws.

English candy.

English breakfast (but not quite a "full"). The traditional full English breakfast includes bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast or fried bread and sausages.  Black pudding and baked beans are also often included.

Mooching around Durham.

It was a few days before Halloween, and these costumed characters gave candy to kids and posed for pictures.

Lunch at Vennel's Cafe in Durham.

Over 30 years ago, Spousal Unit proposed to me on the grounds of Durham Cathedral.  This year, in light of the recent engagement of #1 Daughter and The Boyfriend, it was an especially poignant experience to re-enact our moment.  I said "yes", again!

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We have been back in Montana for 2 weeks, and life here has its treasures as well.

Dear Neighbor Friend was cleaning out a bookcase, and offered me some children's books - that was a no brainer.  When I was younger, I dreamed of writing children's books; I am entranced by the art work and amused by the content.  What better way to spend a Saturday morning than reading them, along with my stuffed animal friends?

Fresh eggs from Dear Neighbor Friend.  (Do you sense a theme here?)

Pumpkin roll that we purchased from her grandkids in support of school fundraising.  Does it get any sweeter than that?

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Also linking to Wandering Camera this week.  Check out these other photo and art/creative themed posts!  Wandering Camera – Nearby Adventures – InkTorrents Graphics

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Mosaic Monday #155: The Rolling Hills are Calling

The pandemic has written many stories of loss, of cancelled plans, of isolation.  I can only hope that the sequels contain joyous reunions, and adventures that were all the sweeter for the waiting.  It was certainly true in our case, as we traveled to the UK for the first time in two years, and were clasped in tight hugs by my in-laws upon emerging from immigration at the airport.  For the next two weeks, we indulged in all that we had missed ... Spousal Unit's childhood home, pork pies, the generous hospitality of his parents, British beer, pub food, outings with friends and our beloved walks through the countryside.  How fitting it was to find this sign along one of the dry stone walls. 

The UK is the 51st most densely populated country on earth, 8 times more so than the US.  And yet, you can easily find green spaces.  A trip "home" is never complete for me without a walk through Gypsy Lauren and past the Bunny Banks, a mixture of woods and rolling farm fields where Spousal Unit might have gotten up to the occasional mischief (see picture above).  I was delighted to see these dahlias brightening a home garden within the village.

My in-laws are avid gardeners, nourishing vegetables and flowers in the allotments directly across the street from their house.  We can always count on fresh vegetables for dinner.  These are just a couple of the carrots we savored during our visit.

On our fourth day in country, we drove to Leyburn, hoping that the weather would hold while we explored the Leyburn Shawl, a remarkable limestone terrace.  The name "Shawl" could possibly have come from "shalle", a local derivation of the Vikings "scali" meaning huts or dwellings.  Other historians suggest it is an abbreviation of "shaw-hill", "shaw" meaning a wood.  You may prefer the alternative explanation written below - probably not historically accurate, but far more romantic!

(you can click on the image to enlarge)

This rocky scar is often mentioned in local history books as the route taken by Mary Queen of Scots while making an unsuccessful attempt to escape her imprisonment in Bolton Castle 1586-9.  Legend tells us she dropped her shawl during her flight and hence the name of this formation.

The limestone terrace extends almost unbroken for two miles, gradually rising to 870 feet above sea level.  At this point, the limestone is about 60 feet thick, forming a very striking escarpment overlooking Wensleydale.

As we left the escarpment and descended to the valley floor, we passed this smokestack.  Despite a little sleuthing on the Internet, I have not been able to learn anything about it.

We had neared the midway point on our walk, and paused for coffee from Dad's flask, and assorted snacks.

As we left the grounds of the Bolton Estate, we entered the village of Wensley.  Despite the chance of rain and cooler temperatures, we took advantage of the covered part of the outdoor patio at the Three Horseshoes pub for an adult beverage.  Nearby, the grim skies lent a distinctly Bronte air to this church and its graveyard.

Two minutes further on, this garden delivered us from the gray.  I stood on the pavement, snapping macro shots, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a gentleman swinging a set of keys that promptly unlocked the narrow gate to - you guessed it - the garden!  

"May I come in and look more closely at your beautiful flowers?" I asked.  Well, no gardener can resist that opening!!!  We stood just inside the gate, immediately at ease as happens with people who share deep interests in common.  I was aware that I was holding up my fellow walkers, so after some minutes of discussing the history of his garden, the scourge of climate change and his passion for dahlias, I excused myself and took micro shots with some assistance from Spousal Unit.  What a find!

The second half of the walk took us through the fields we had observed from the escarpment above.  

Stone walls and hedges marked our progress, and autumn berries promised food sources for birds and squirrels to store up winter reserves.

As we reached the final uphill section to return to Leyburn, this barn anchored a corner of the field.  I wondered about the hands that had laid the stones, and painstakingly placed the slates on the roof.  Hands that squeezed a living from the land, creased hands that passed the legacy onto younger, softer hands.  Did they know the gift they would give to those of us just passing through, those of us answering the call of the rolling hills?

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Mosaic Monday #154: The Engagement

Gray skies and spots of rain greeted our fourth day in New Mexico.  Not auspicious when our plan included viewing petroglyphs and soaking at an outdoor spa!  Nevertheless, internally chanting one of our family mottos -- do not stray from the quest -- we proceeded, fortified by blueberry pancakes a la Head Chef.   

The winding blacktop country road that led to the petroglyph trailhead follows an ancient route.  It began as a footpath between thriving Native American villages strung along the Santa Fe River.  Images carved into the rock cliffs watched over the villages and their visitors.

In the 16th century, the road became a branch of a colonial wagon road, El Camino Real De Tierra Adentro, the "Royal Road of the Interior".  This road was the earliest Euro-American trade route in the United States.  It tied Spain's colonial capital at Mexico City to its northern frontier in distant New Mexico.  El Camino Real was part of Spain's global network of roads and maritime routes.  El Rancho de las Galandrinas, two miles south of here, was the last paraje - a campground or resting place - that travelers used before they reached the colonial capital of Santa Fe, 15 miles upriver.

Under a slight drizzle, we followed the footpath and clambered over slick rocks to the ridge.  Right or left?  A scramble to the right yielded no petroglyphs, so we reversed course and found the ones in the mosaic below.  If the weather had been more favorable, I suspect we would have explored more thoroughly.

On the return to the car, I noticed some wilted leaves among the brush.  On further inspection, I concluded it was some sort of squash.  I know that squash is one of the "Three Sisters" (squash, maize (corn) and beans), the foundation of Ancestral Pueblo people's diet, but is this plant growing naturally, or something that was planted this year?  I saw several plants in the vicinity, but nothing to solve the mystery.

A short distance down the road, we parked at the Ojo Sante Fe Spa, ready for a relaxing afternoon.   For hundreds of years, travelers and seekers have journeyed to spring-fed waters for respite and healing.

Today, the spa is a refuge from the modern world, nestled amidst a lush 77 acres in Northern New Mexico's high desert.

We all relished the benefits of hydrotherapy in the thermal pools, and #1 Daughter and I also took advantage of the spa for massages.  Utter relaxation.

That evening, The Boyfriend asked that we visit the Cross of the Martyrs, renowned for its sweeping Santa Fe views from a hilltop park reached by a path lined with city history plaques.  #1 Son and I dutifully read the signs, while Spousal Unit, The Boyfriend and #1 Daughter went ahead to the viewing point.  When we reached them, I strolled past and was using a bush as a photographic foreground for the sunset.  I overheard The Boyfriend ask Spousal Unit to take a picture of them with the sunset in the background.  I could certainly see why.

Imagine my surprise when, a few moments later, he asked me to take pictures.  No questions asked, I took his phone and began to line up the shot when he got down on one knee.  What!?!?!  It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking and my eyes from crying as I snapped away, doing my best to capture this meaningful, significant event.  

A handful of witnesses clapped as #1 Daughter said "Yes!" and The Boyfriend slipped the ring on her finger.   A couple of ladies offered to take pictures of the family, and we gratefully accepted.  Of all the snaps they made, I love the genuine nature of this one -- I still laugh every time I see it, and I get a little teary with joy, recalling this treasured moment.

Later, over dinner, The Boyfriend would recall the minutes leading up to his proposal.  His heart was about to pop out of his chest, while #1 Son and I leisurely read the historical information.  And I was shooting a picture of a bush, of all things, while he was trying to get me, the better photographer, to focus on what was about to happen.  Oh my!  And this is how wonderful family stories, ones that get handed down and told repeatedly, are made!

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