There is a French expression: “C’est une belle plante.” Literally, it means “It is a beautiful plant”. But what it really means is “It is a gorgeous lady.” Right. In France, I used to be told that I was “a beautiful plant”. Now, men say this about my teenage daughter more than about me. I suppose that’s just life…Anyway, the irony is that I don’t have green fingers. I have killed every plant I ever owned. And if you don’t believe me, I have put a picture of my window plants. I don’t understand. I water them at least once week. Every six weeks, I have lovingly put fish bone & blood. What do I need to do? Talk to them? Maybe it is the French accent that’s killing them? Should I beg them? I wonder. I will never get it right. Sigh. Any advice for me?
Anyway, all is not lost. Instead of killing my own plants, I can simply go to a local park and enjoy the trees and plants lovingly maintained by professional gardeners. And, best of all, I don’t need to make any effort whatsoever for the plants (To be fair, the fact that I am not involved at all with the parks is probably far better). Going to the park also means that my manicure can last a longer time. Well, that’s my excuse to stop gardening anyway.
In London, the list of parks is endless. There are many parks and I am sure that, even if you think you know where they are, well, you might learn a thing or two with this new website: www.parklifelondon.org
I found out about a new park two streets away that I wasn’t aware of. Give it a try and be surprised!
Well, in London, within walking distance, I have Holland Park, Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, and a raft of small squares within 10 minutes of walking. I can change every day and I love it, especially when the weather is nice and sunny just like today.
What’s not to like about it? Right, on this note I will put a bit of sun cream on and enjoy the sunshine….
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London