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Struggles with erratic internet connection means that this post has taken some considerable time today. But let’s not go into that. Suffice it to say that I didn’t lose my cool and kept going off to do something else, sometimes involving a little garden clearance.
No way, however, can I match Aaron who today dug out and removed a mature ficus, pruned and reshaped the winter flowering cherry, cut the grass, laid some stepping stone paths, and
nailed beams across old tree stumps to support rambling roses. He had already built the fence behind him some time ago.
Here is this morning’s view from the patio along the Dead End Path; the fresh bud low down to the left of the picture
is on the same bush as this rich peach one.
A large poppy will soon bloom behind the stone frog in this scene.
Purple campanulas in the triangular bed outside the wisteria arbour link the startling red Sweet Williams and the two clematises above.
Here is one of those.
Others can be found on one of the arches spanning the Brick Path,
in the New Bed, and in many other locations.
Penstemons and foxgloves also compare hues in the Palm Bed.
Flamboyant Gertrude Jekyll parades in the Rose Garden,
and this pale pink patio rose thrives in the Kitchen Bed alongside the Brick Path.
Jackie continues to make excellent progress with planting up tubs, urns, and hanging baskets such as
this stone urn filled with cosmos, geraniums and petunias flanked by filigreed ferns in the bed beneath;
cosmos and calibrachoas in a terra cotta pot;
calibrachoas and diascias in a hanging basket;
petunias and geraniums in a faux terra cotta container;
petunias and marigolds in the leaden hat;
diascias and petunias in the iron urn;
and marigolds and black eyed Susans perched on a Victorian chimney pot. The black eyed Susans should, in time, climb to the top of their obelisk.
Aaron’s truck contains the tools of his trade and garden refuse he takes away when he has created it. This shot was taken before he loaded up the ficus root and branches.
Country roads often contain road kill, or small animals and birds that have been struck by motor vehicles. Our friend is building up his own collection of little creatures.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s excellent lamb korai, peas and rice, and sag ponir. We both drank Kingfisher.