This morning, before the afternoon wind got up and rain came down, Jackie and I weeded and removed more leaves from the rose garden, in readiness for the application of compost.
We still have flowering snapdragons
whilst winter cyclamens emerge from hibernation.
The pink rose stands sentinel on the Oval Bed,
and, showing signs of age, Margaret Merrill still blooms.
The honeysuckle rising from the blue arch flaunts its longevity before the falling beech leaves.
This afternoon I inserted the last of the pictures into the garden album.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s luscious lamb jafrezi and choice chicken tikka with mushroom and onion rice. She drank Hoegaarden and I quaffed Old Crafty Hen.