Stranica 147 [147]
OCR
BROOK HILL wZMIOMPARED with Brook Hill house, the main 4; Brook Hill garden—‘‘the Big Garden” as it is called—is a very recent affair. Originally, the vegetable garden lay just north of the house on a large, level lawn. Within the last few years, the pear trees that used to be in this garden were still producing fruit, and the almost imperishable jonquil bulbs—in spite of browsing cows and ruthless lawn mowers—fought their way along for twenty-five years after the garden was moved. Before 1850 this garden was transferred to a location of extraordinary beauty. It now lies on the crest of a sharply sloping hill with a charming view across trees and meadows to the north. To the south and east, at some small distance, lie "the woods,’ which have never been slaughtered for fuel, and in whose keeping stand beeches of immemorial age. The site of the garden, in truth, should have been the site of the house itself. Yet so beautifully is it located that one is apt to forget in its contemplation that this particular site could have been used for any other purpose. Entering by a gateway cut through an arching hedge, the grass-edged walk runs straight for a hundred and fifty yards or more. On either side are deep beds of flowers, so designed that each season, from the earliest ‘Daffodils That come before the swallows dare and take Lhe winds of March with beauty,” to the last Michaelmas daisy, has each its own peculiar gonfalon of flowers. Perhaps the most gorgeous period is when the Harrisonii roses are in bloom. ‘Then it seems as if a field of the cloth-of-gold itself were spread in waving welcome. 190]
