Have you ever seen the movie Greenfingers? It's a pretty good one, especially if you like Clive Owen and/or Helen Mirren. It's set in England and features a lot of gardening. I have rapidly come to the conclusion that this is representational of how the English feel about gardening. If you haven't seen the movie, I'll fill you in a little: they love it.
There are garden stores everywhere. Massive ones, tiny ones, even ones with attached stonecutters for fountains and pond installers with huge koi fish swimming around and big heavy machinery you can rent. Why do I know this? Well, when the weather is nice, a garden store is a great place to stroll around. Particularly if you're holding hands and being all lovey-dovey. Oh, and did I mention they all have cafes attached? All of them. Every single one. And some even have drip coffee! The last one, which had the drip coffee, also had massive portions of baked goods, including a particularly tempting bread pudding the size of a brick.
I have also observed an abundance of greenhouses in backyards. They're lovely little things, about the size of the self-assebled garden sheds you see sometimes in the parking lot of Home Depot. We have one here, although it's been abandoned for quite a few years now. I really like them, and there are so many that it seems they've just popped up out of the ground. I suppose they're particularly useful given the combination of local climate and inclination for growing things, but I think they're just beautiful as well, especially when glimpsed behind hedges and across fields while driving along the little windy roads.
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