Mount Congreve is usually a tranquil place, but not today as hundreds of young treasure hunters and their families have gathered here for an action-packed event. I cannot resist a 99 cone with a flake, and after a short inner debate find myself at the end of a long line.
Even the Garda special forces are looking for something delicious.
The cone is gone in a flash, and I don’t feel like looking for any other treasures. I make my way up to The Temple to visit the resting place of Ambrose Congreve, the man who has created this amazing garden on the banks of River Suir.
I get caught in prickly shoots of unknown plant stretched across the path. The leaves look so neat. I wish I knew the name.
I also come across a blooming rhododendron. A late bloomer indeed.
A set of steps takes me to another level.
Blue Hydrangeas are gloving under the dark canopy.
Finally I see the sun again. Love the play of light on the Rhododendron trunks.
This is a cousin of our ordinary Linden ( Lime) tree. Tilia henryana was named so after the Irish sinologist Augustine Henry who discovered the tree in 1888. Henry was born in Dundee into a family from Co Tyrone.
I am leaving the shady woodland garden to enjoy the bright colors of the walled garden.
I have a love-hate relationship with Dahlias 🙂 My mother used to grow a variety of Dahlias and we had a good few shelves filled with tubers in our cool room. I am absolutely fascinated with the flowers, but the smell of the stems makes me sick. Also, one of my chores was to take care of displays of cut flowers in our house, and I remember being so frustrated that dahlias made the vase water stink just in a couple of hours while the flower itself could last like forever. Still, Dahlia is one of my garden favorites.
Thank you for walking in the garden with me. This visit had a funny ending I will write about next time.
Have a wonderful weekend!