If I had a silk pleated Fortuny dress to match this gorgeous poppy,
and a velvet wrap in the same shade as this iris,
I would wear it on Sundays to visit gardens like this.
I would step through the gap in the wall into the normally secret vegetable garden at Petersham Nurseries to visit this and the rest of the gardens at Petersham House which are open very occasionally for the National Gardens Scheme (NGS).
I would admire the roses (so early), the iris (ditto) and the stupendous herbaceous borders filled with alliums, aquilegia and tulips, and wonder at the beautifully planned palette and plant mix.
I would gaze at the beds of frilly lettuces and wonder at the absence of anything nasty and pesty.
I would imagine playing croquet on the immaculate lawn, taking tea in the little yew-surrounded sitting area, swimming in the long, thin, blue outdoor pool, and owning a stylish nursery on the other side of the wall where there is a long, thin raised bed for growing stripes of bulbs and annuals, flowers, herbs and sweet peas.
Not to mention having a few enormous glasshouses large enough for whole rose plants to be arranged in enormous glass jars.
And I would make sure that I, in my Sunday Best, with Simon in whatever shorts and T-shirt outfit he chose to put on that fine Sunday morning (let's be realistic), would make time to choose from the most spectacular array of home-made cakes I have seen for a long time.
We would choose something suitably vegetably and earthy such as parsnip and maple syrup cake (it does taste of parsnip but, surprisingly, it works) and carrot, coconut and chocolate cake, and sit in a glasshouse with our pot of Darjeeling and consider the way the other half gardens.
The thing about the marvellous NGS is that you can do just that. Even if you don't really have a Fortuny dress.