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The Renaissance Man and I are looking at moving house, and one of the things we are looking for (along with an exquisite eighteenth century mansion with room for a stable of horses… *wistful sigh*) is somewhere with a bigger garden. Les Petites want a bigger trampoline, but I have started dreaming of planting a potager, that fabulously crackers eighteenth century amalgam of vegetable plot and formal garden. So far, I have only one firm requirement – it must be a potager with box hedging, not the kind of potager with wooden edging. Wooden edging reminds me of my grandfather’s vegetable patch which – while full of yummy things – does not convey eighteenth century elegance at all. But disappointingly box is not very tasty, so I was wondering whether my hedging had to be box, or whether it could be something more edible like neatly clipped blueberry bushes? Would love to hear from anyone who’s tried creating blueberry topiary – or any other edible alternatives…

In my potager-related meanderings, I came across this blog where I stumbled on the wonderful idea that every gardener should have a signature plant – rather like a signature perfume or lipstick, something that encapsulates what makes you garden, something you love, that makes a garden yours. I haven’t decided what mine is yet – the only plant I can think of that I’ve always grown is sage! I’ll have to give the matter more thought…

Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

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