The other day was the first time I have been to Kew Gardens in London. Like RHS Wisley, Kew has held an almost mythical status in my mind as being among the most incredible, inspirational and beautiful gardens in existence. I was not disappointed, but then I am terribly biased.
Given the season and the limited time we had (I wanted to pack sleeping bags and enough loo roll for a fortnight), there wasn’t much we saw outdoors in herbaceous borders and other plantings. Additionally, the Temperate Greenhouse was closed for restoration and so we homed in on the iconic Kew Palm House. Some of you may know that I simply can’t resist palms, although I have only one in the garden. I find palms and many other tropicals to be in a class of their own, elegant, sophisticated and far more distinguished than many perennials could aspire to be. Perhaps it’s their novelty and their promise of lush jungle, sandy sandy beaches, warm shallow waters and azure blue skies.
The Kew Palm House is a tropical paradise recreated under glass and I can’t wait to go there again, whenever that may be.