We seem to spend much of the year longing for summer, only to be deeply disappointed when it doesn’t live up to our expectations. But in so many ways summer is the least interesting season. We think of gardens being festooned with flowers, but often they are at their height in spring, while the bright green leaves and shoots of April and May, have by July dulled down, only to re-ignite in September or October. It was on this basis that I chose to skip a season when deciding to return the Kentish garden I featured in my Garden of England post. It was worth the wait.