I think the hedges are hornbeam supported from within by wires and posts.
There’s a brief history of the sandbox here, in the blog Playscapes.
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“Tea House, Kew Gardens,* burned by suffragettes,” February 1913, by Bain News Service, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
Twelve days earlier, Kew’s orchid house had been attacked, although much less seriously: a window was broken and some specimens were destroyed.
There was £900 of damage to the tea house building. Unfortunately, the owners — two women — had only insured it for £500.
Olive Wharry and Lilian Lenton, of the militant Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU), were arrested on the night of the attack and later sentenced to 18 months each in Holloway prison. Both were released early after going on hunger strikes.
WSPU members also used acid to burn the words “votes for women” into the greens of golf courses.
*Located 10 miles west of central London, U.K.
Child with white chickens, taken between 1890 and 1922, by Hugh Mangum, via David M. Rubenstein Rare Book & Manuscript Library, Duke University (on flickr).
Mangum was a traveling photographer who worked along a rail circuit in North Carolina, Virginia, and West Virginia. You can see his portraits here.
A fenced-in backyard in Georgia, ca. 1899, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
These photos were included in one of several albums depicting African American life, which were compiled by W. E. B. Du Bois for the 1900 Paris Exposition.
There’s a brief history of the American backyard here. Until the 20th century, it was a space for work, not recreation.
Our garden in Kigali, Rwanda, this morning. This is an area at the end of our front terrace, composed of mostly tropical foliage plants and shaded by a large red-blooming Mussaenda erythrophylla. Thanks to Pam at Digging for hosting Garden Bloggers’ Foliage Follow Up the 16th of every month.
imagine it as one of those survivors in the old
swamps, shadowed by the grown, light-headed conifers…
— Alan Dugan, from “Philodendron“
