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   | Robert Graves in Mallorca:  a 1930s garden reborn by Leonard Pearceyphotographs by William Graves
 For the full article see The Mediterranean Garden No 49, July 2007. Leonard Pearcey writes: ….it’s  that typical parched-earth-and-planting garden of the island, and while you’re  definitely not visiting the home of a gardener you nevertheless  sense the important role it played in his life, a role backed up by the number  of times he writes about it in his personal diary, begun on February 22nd 1935. That month he spends a lot of time with  Sebastian the gardener planting mimosa, oleander and tamarisk…. In March the  blooming of the blue borage and the yellow Banksia  rose is recorded. 
 …come late September the yellow crocuses are out and  the carob-tree blossom “stinking”, and in October “cut back carnations, planted  cuttings of it. Took cuttings…of fuchsia.”
 And  so it goes on, planting hibiscus, agave, crocosmia  and begonias, planning paths and walls, training the passionflower  … considering that the fruit orchard and  vegetables were supposed to be the priority, the number of references to flowers is surprising. 

  Laundry troughs in
 the grotto
  Paeonia cambessedesii –
 Mallorcan  peony
  Bitter orange trees
 ...on May 16th 1946, what impression did the garden make on …  the almost-six-year-old William? We know  exactly, because it’s faithfully recorded in Wild Olives, his wonderfully evocative memoir of life in Mallorca with his father:“I wandered along the  neatly laid out gravel paths amongst fruit trees, which I later learned to  recognise as apricot, peach, cherry, plum, loquat, crab apple, almond, lemon  and orange. There were also several older huge knobbly carob trees, as well as  the ubiquitous, gnarled, millennial olive trees. I sat on each of the stone  benches I came to by the side of the path. I went past pergolas covered with  grape vines, and mimosas and oleanders, also a royal palm and a tall monkey puzzle tree. Herbaceous borders all around  were planted with pelargoniums and roses against a backdrop of grey cineraria.  The vegetable garden, at the gravel-pit end of the lower terrace, held  potatoes, tomatoes and tall, pale metallic green broad beans. An irrigation  ditch for the vegetable garden ran next to the massive wall that bordered the  main road and was fed by water from the depósito [a 250 cubic metre storage reservoir]. The  valve to open the water was in a sump which formed a small pond. As I knelt to  inspect it, a frog plopped into the water. I heard footsteps on the gravel path  and looked up. Father was carrying my white sun-cap and put it on my head.”
 
 
  Robert Graves head by  Carmen Alvarez
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