Lorrie is getting on in years, and she hasn't been very well for quite a while. But still she manages to spend time in her garden taking cuttings, propagating and planting.
Lorrie moved into the house and started the garden in 1950. She tells me that when she first arrived all there was was an apricot tree in the back garden.
Lorrie's garden is 62 years old. Yet Laurie is philosophical when talking about its future. She knows that when the house is sold, the house and garden will be turned into another MacMansion like the others in the street. Lorrie the quintessential gardener knows that nothing is forever.
I hope the garden fashion reverts back to how it used to be. Then maybe more gardens will be like Lorrie's: an exuberant, enthusiastic tangle of plantings, tended by a passionate, experienced and knowledgable plantswoman.