In my previous post, I mentioned that my Mum and I went to climb the church tower on our way to the park, where a gardening exhibition was taking place. This is an annual event going by the name of Barocke Gartentage (Baroque Garden Days), using the "baroque" element because the palace and its grounds actually date back to that period.
In some years, the exhibition should have rightly been carrying the name of Baroque Rain Days, but certainly not this year - the sun was shining from a brilliantly blue sky, and it was warm enough for us to go shortsleeved and barelegged.
Us being us, of course we dressed according to the theme and were both wearing flowery dresses, as you'll see further down.
But now, some impressions from the exhibition:
I quite liked this set-up with the hammock, although I actually am more in favour of old fashioned gardens and not so keen on a lot of what goes as modern features today. I especially can't see the point in those caged stone walls; they look so industrial. Why not simply have the stone wall alone, without the steel bars around them?
My mother-in-law in England used to have one just like the green bench in her garden at the old house in Wath before she moved to Ripon.
In my opinion, flowers and plants are decorative enough and you don't need more deco to clutter up a garden, but I do like the classic round glass ball (we call them Rosenkugel, rose ball, because they are mostly put into rose beds here). The heartshaped one made me think of Kay! (I am sure you know I am talking about "Georgia Girl with an English Heart").
These are called Margeriten in German, and I am quite sure their English name is similar.
I would have liked to show you more from the exhibition, but most stall holders did not allow photos, and of course I respected their wish.
After having a glass of rose champagne each (a very, very delicious drink, I assure you!), my Mum and I moved on to the other parts of the park.
This lilac was just glorious, and brimming with the hum of countless bees:
We then went into the large glass house / conservatory (called Orangerie here, because it stands in the place of the original orangeries from baroque times). There, all through the year, art and plants are shown in changing exhibitions. Right now, what they tried to sell us as "art" was, in my eyes, taking the mickey out of people:
When my Mum saw these, she said, "your Dad has several of those in the garage".
The prices they wanted for a bundle of entangled cables was ridiculous!
But there was more to see in the Orangerie, such as these orchids:
I am not that much of an orchid person myself, my favourite flowers being forgetmenots and roses, but I do appreciate the beauty of all flowers, really.
We had now seen enough exhibits to last us for a while and went to the part of the park that is called Märchengarten, fairy tale garden. It has a few rides and plenty of scenes with moving figures from all the German fairytales which (almost) every German child knows, the ones made public a long time ago by the Grimm brothers.
One of my favourite bits there is the boat ride; it is very safe (intended for small children, of course), very slow and very un-exciting - and that is why I love it. It's been there since 1954, and I must have been on one of these boats hundreds of times.
We had a lovely day, as I hope these pictures are able to convey!(My Mum knows her picture is on here, she has nothing against it.)