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.