Tasking myself to be practical and take a look over the area before daring to get excited about any restoration, my two dogs and me burrowed a narrow pathway through the dense growth to the other end of the garden to look at the orchard.
As I peered through the soft grasses which stood about 7 feet high, I could see fruit trees completely entwined struggling against the power of the undergrowth to get light and warmth. But despite their struggle, the apple trees were laden with fruit, although I couldn’t see any plums or pears. The shrubs and roses were completely overwhelmed growing only at their very tops.
The Photographers' Garden 