I had only just heard about the Fuller Gardens (N. Hampton, New Hampshire) last week, when we stumbled upon them on an afternoon drive. We sprang for the admission to see if the recommendation and fuss was well-deserved. I think so. You can judge for yourself.
The parking area was surrounded by shoulder deep (!) hostas that were in bloom. Mine at home haven't even put spikes up yet!
Immediately upon entering were two formal rose gardens. SUCH VARIETY! And immaculately pruned, dead headed and mulched. I might have to go back another time to get names of the ones I liked best... Some were fragrant and some were beauteous. Few were both.
A later "room" had hardscape charms, including fountains, statues and figurines.
My grandfather's sundial had the advice: Let us count none but the happy hours. A nice sentiment, but probably one that contributed to the amazing denial skills my mother exhibited.
"love and peace" rose.
He let us get very close and then didn't run all that far away.