Some years ago my friend Ann Lovejoy came over for a visit.
When she saw my ivy, which was not even a fraction of what it is today, she explained to me in the most compelling and charming way that Ivy should not be a part of my garden…..ever.
Now, I love Ann, who could not? but my love for ivy, as these pictures show, goes deeper, much deeper.
My front porch.....I simply cannot get enough of it.....Of course, this means that I must keep a firm rein on it, as it wants to do what vines do best, which is to smother everything within their reach. I feel guilty for my indulgence, but not guilty enough to give it up- not yet anyway.
In the back of the back (of the back) garden. 'Trying for a Highgate Cemetery look here.....