The sun filtered through the leaves overhead, creating a dappled shade on the grass. A faint buzzing of bees surrounded us as an array of scents floated through the air. The four of us lay on a tattered blanket that had seen better days and together we made pictures from the moving clouds above us. If ever a scene was to depict an English garden, this was it. Our day at Dorothy Clive gardens was nothing short of an English dream.
I’ve been feeling a bit down about an array of different and difficult things going on in our lives at the moment, so I decided that a day in the sun with my tribe was just what was needed. We packed ourselves a picnic and loaded the car with an old blanket, some bubbles and a mini football, before setting off for an adventure that took us to Dorothy Clive gardens. Dorothy Clive gardens is set on the borders of Cheshire, Staffordshire and Shropshire. A friend recommended it to us and we couldn’t resist a sunny day in an English garden.
When I think of an English garden, I think of tales from my childhood. I think of days climbing trees and running through the grass. I think of watching bees buzzing around the flowers, of grass stained knees and scuffed elbows. I sometimes feel the simplicities of childhood have somewhat been lost over the years. Days once spent exploring, have been replaced with days playing xbox or watching cartoons and so I love finding places where these somewhat forgotten childhood simplicities are both present and a part of the experience.
We had the most wonderful day at Dorothy Clive gardens playing football, catching bubbles and dancing in the grass. We spent our time playing hide and seek in the labyrinth of meandering garden pathways and laughing in the sunshine. We sat on our tattered blanket creating worlds of our own choosing, where we made magic tea and saved the world from pesky villains. We spent the day in our own little bubble of happiness and joy.
I soak in the moments I get to watch my boys have the childhood I promised I would give them. Not all our days can be so perfect, but I cherish the ones that are. On leaving the gardens the weight of the world set down on my shoulders once again. But as we drove further away from the gardens, I reminded myself that although not all days can be a mirror of such perfection, the ones that aren’t are just as important. For without the rain, we wouldn’t cherish the sun and without our dark times, we wouldn’t have the need to create new worlds while hidden away in beautiful English gardens.