Spring time last year found Nicky and I busing with a dozen like minded ladies around the Czech Republic reaping the visual beauty, and I confess there were a few tears of joy to be had.

Mine, and those of these weeping putti who graced the plinths enclosing a charming little cemetery name now alas forgotten.

Can you even bare it?

And then I started to think if somewhere in the world perhaps there is a ‘weeping garden’…one where all the flowers and foliage trail and weep like the willows of Wilkes Water at Nicky’s Hunting Lodge.

And weeping cherry trees…

And the roses that begin to fall and drift come late summer on the Kings Road.

Of course it would be replete with Weeping May.

And waterfalls of flowering trees in Koinup’s paintings……wouldn’t THAT be divine.