An Evening in an English Garden (in Canada)

Today is a dreary raining day here in Ontario, but last weekend when it was gorgeous out, we took a drive through London, Ontario after the car show.

I’ve never been to London, Ontario before and I was surprised at how many big beautiful houses were around. I’m not crazy about that big front window, but I love the little porch on the side (and the flowerbeds, of course).

Then we got to my mother’s friend’s house and I fell in love with her place instantly. The big sun room made me crave a nice book and a big glass of ice cold lemonade.

But then I walked into the backyard and it was beautiful and wild and reminded me of England (which makes sense considering that this woman is from England).

The smell was intoxicating. And then I tried one of the strawberries in the garden and just about died. I forgot how amazing fresh Ontario strawberries are. The little girl in me just wanted to sit in the garden and feast like we used to do by my grandfather’s raspberry bushes. We’d come back with fingers and mouths dyed red…tell tale signs of berry theft.

Her garden is full of hidden eclectic little ornaments, like this striking rust flower that was nestled in a little corner.