Wednesday, 13 May 2009
This is a little poem from a book which belonged to my mother, published in 1934. It is called Green Fingers, by Reginald Arkell, and is a series of clever and amusing verses about gardening and its trials and tribulations, as well as its triumphs. Testimonial "The Director of Kew Is a gentleman who Knows more about flowers than my grandmother knew, And she, if the stories about her are true, Knew more about gardens than anyone knew. This speaks rather well For the gentleman who Has charge of the wonderful Gardens at Kew"