Walled gardens aren’t all that popular in my part of theworld, but in England….wow! Almost every country house seemed to have one and took delight in their existence. I couldn’t help walking by some of the gardens and wondering what lovely mysteries lay behind the stone barriers. In a few instances, the wooden doors of the gardens were open and we could look inside to see delicate swings hanging from enormous branches, vines of roses branching across the gray walls, or other varieties of blossoms we’d never seen before. It was a wonderful experience.
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Pepper Basham writes Blue Ridge romances sprinkled with grace and humor. She is a regular contributor of Christian Fiction Online Magazine and blogger at The Writer's Alley. A mom of five, speech-language pathologist, crazy-hat wearer, and lover of chocolate, you can find her chatting about life or giving book reviews on her personal blog, Words Seasoned with Salt. Pepper is represented by the classy and prolific Rachel McMillan of the William K Jensen Literary Agency
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Walled gardens aren’t all that popular in my part of theworld, but in England….wow! Almost every country house seemed to have one and took delight in their existence. I couldn’t help walking by some of the gardens and wondering what lovely mysteries lay behind the stone barriers. In a few instances, the wooden doors of the gardens were open and we could look inside to see delicate swings hanging from enormous branches, vines of roses branching across the gray walls, or other varieties of blossoms we’d never seen before. It was a wonderful experience.
