Lying aside the estuary, trees and flowers abound,
with colour and beauty that doesn't need a sound.
Pathways that flow from the top to the bottom.
Taking visitors into gardens full of nature's blossom.
In the warm summer sun entertainment is found.
Chatter and laughter drifts across the ground.
Gardener's Question Time is here just once a year.
Answering all those queries, met with rows of cheer.
From season to season there is so much change,
from a wintry snowdrop to the summery range.
Then autumn arrives full of orange and red.
Soon the leaves on the ground they will be dead.
Still they have workshops or wedding day events
And if it is raining they're under the tents.
Then all remains quiet winter is once more.
Everything it sleeps as snow covers the floor.