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This morning, while Jackie weeded and I cleared up, Aaron smoothed concrete edging around the greenhouse base and realigned a section of The Head Gardener’s Walk.
At the other end of the garden the recent plantings in the Oval Bed have matured;
honeysuckle swings among the day lilies and petunias in the Weeping Birch Bed;
in the Rose Garden lilies still sway beside the Potting Shed,
while potted petunias and bedded penstemons offer accompaniment to the roses.
The view across the centre of the garden from the Shady Path has been opened up.
Out of sight on the far side pink and white sweet peas climb for Bruce.
Similarly hued fuchsias dangle from a pot beside the Gazebo Path.
I’m sure we were not the only children who held buttercups to friends’ chins, asking “Do you like butter?”. If your chin glowed yellow, you did. If not, you didn’t. Noticing this bee’s pollen coated butt, I asked the question.
“I’m not listening to this”, cried the bee, buzzing off with alacrity
This evening we enjoyed a second sitting of Mr Chan’s fare, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank a delicious gold medal winning Saint Emilion grand cru, a birthday present from Danni and Andy.
After this, prompted by Becky, I watched the highlights of the fourth day of the Test Match between England and South Africa. This turned out to be a good call.