Is the lady of my garden actually a tramp?
When I named my lady garden after the lady's head pot, I never suspected another meaning. But when I posted Sounds I Hear in the Lady Garden, Idiot Gardener's comment opened my innocent eyes. IG, by the way, is my evil twin who lives on the other side of the Big Pond. He also posted on listening to sounds in the garden, though a somewhat different take than mine. If you haven't already, you can read it here.
So, IG has informed me that in his part of the world 'lady garden' refers to a particularly private part of a woman's anatomy!
What am I to do? My future vision of the lady garden is of an enclosed garden room, a formal retreat in the middle of the woods. But how can that be, when I know that all the British Empire is secretly snickering and thinking lewd thoughts?
How should I handle this crisis? Should I rename the lady garden? How about the haven? Or the chimes garden?
On the other hand, I am an American! (and a Deep South Confederate one, at that) Defiance is in my blood. Maybe I should just tell IG to stay out of my lady garden!
What do you think? What should I call this not quite properly formal garden space?