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The sun has returned after several days’ absence. I wandered around the garden with a camera. These photographs reflect the current conditions in our plot.
Hibiscuses are now in full bloom. This one is at the front;
as is this yellow climbing nasturtium sharing the garage frontage with
hanging baskets such as this container of geraniums an lobelia blending with the clematis Star of India behind them.
There are quite a few dahlias reaching up to meet the Chequerboard fuchsia sharing the basket suspended from the wisteria arbour with the paler blue lobelias.
A buddleia peeps through the Gazebo arch festooned with clematis Polish Spirit;
nearby petunias hang from the eucalyptus.
Leicesteria drop earrings dangle in the West Bed
which also contains white Japanese anemones Jackie planted a couple of years ago to contrast with the ubiquitous pink ones.
Begonias swing from the dead snake bark maple.
Priscilla gladioli have survived the rains in the
New Bed.
These petunias and geraniums stand on a brick plinth in the Weeping Birch Bed;
opposite them a pot on the corner of the Raised Bed contains more of each with many blooms behind them.
The crocosmia in this shot greets you as you leave the Rose Garden,
this view of which is focussed on Just Joey.
Altissimo, in the centre of this shot looking into Elizabeth’s Bed, has sent out a lower than normal stem.
Yellow rudbeckia takes centre stage in this section of the Palm Bed.
This bronzed Comma butterfly appears to be seeking camouflage from the dead little fir tree
in a pot on the right hand side of the Gazebo Path.
Perhaps last night’s power cut improved tonight’s evening meal. A consequence was that the lemon chicken Jackie was marinading remained in the lemon juice overnight. We enjoyed this with her special fried rice and runner beans. I finished the pinot noir. Jackie had drunk her Hoegaarden on the patio as an aperitif.
We always hear what you and Jackie had for dinner, but what the heck is the Head Gardener feeding those plants? She has out-done herself!!
Mostly tomato food, GP. Many thanks.
Phew, it sure works, eh?!!
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What a lovely flower story!
Many thanks, over the hill. ‘Nothing found’ comes up on your link
Hi! Thanks for letting me know about the technical problem. I’m working on it. For now, you can always get to my blog by going to: overthehillontheyellowbrickroad.com
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I like the pride rice 🙂
The profusion of colour in the garden spells summer. Stunning.
Many thanks, Mary. Your Spring is on its way. A good one from WP – well spotted – just corrected it.
Everything is beautiful. Great shot of the Comma butterfly, Derrick!
Thanks very much, Jill
Wow, all that beauty and lemon chicken too!
Many thanks, Lisa.
Gorgeous! What coloured eggs does a lemon chicken lay?
Lime. Thank you, Bruce 🙂
The garden looks dazzling. The Golden Comma butterfly shot is so neat! Great one… 🙂
Many thanks, Maniparna
Hardly call it a plot, my dad had an allotment in Dagenham, now that was a plot,
He used to grow carnations amongst other things; my brother and I would go flog them to the blokes going home from their beano at Southend, they’d stopped to top up at the Thatched House hotel/pub in Barking.
That’s going back a few years, about 70, wonder if that pubs still going.
Good enterprise, Brian. I think you’ll find the pub has changed a bit: http://www.thatchedhousepub.co.uk/
Good heavens It still looks pretty much the as I remember . The charabancs would pull in from he left and park directly in front. I mus be going senile I should have looked it up, but frankly I thought they’d be little left there now I believe that there are massive highways and roads going every which way/
Now I’m off to Google Earth to have a proper look. Thanks Derrick 🙂
Jackie looked it up as well 🙂
It looks pretty sad now, There was plenty of open space around it, and all the charabancs would pull in with plenty of room to spare. They were good times for a Cockney Kid. Now its hidden behind a Shell Service Station
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Reawakened sun, sparkling flowers, camouflaged butterfly and over-marinated chicken… I could use some of those, Derrick!
🙂 Many thanks, Uma
Love the butterfly photo! Hoegaarden as an aperitif, on the patio or elsewhere, could be the start of a new fad……!.
🙂 Thanks very much, Pauline
The Comma Butterfly, I hear, is the relative of the Semicolon Moth. 😉
That punctuates the comments nicely; thanks a lot, Rose.
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A beautiful display Derrick, Mother Earth’s showing off…In front of Father Time
Many thanks, Ivor
I feel like I just had a beautiful morning walk–without leaving my kitchen. (Now, if that only burned off the calories, too.) I’m glad your power was not off for too long, and that you had the silver lining of extra-marinated chicken. Aperitif on the patio sounds lovely!
Many thanks, Merril
Looks idyllic! I should definitely consider open gardens!
Many thanks, Mike
Although too many sunless days can get you down it’s good you’re getting rain. We’ve been so dry here this summer. Your gardens have given me ideas for next year. Please thank the Head Gardener for me!
Thanks, Elizabeth. I will
What a lush, flowerful garden. I’d never want to leave. Beautiful.
Many thanks, Diane
I like the photo of the eucalyptus trees with colorful petunias. I like your comma butterfly photograph. There are such beautiful pictures here but the ones with layers of views are ones I enjoy so much, Derrick.
Your lemon chicken with extra marinating sounds delicious, Jackie. 🌞💫😁
A beautiful gallery of your garden! Thank you for sharing with us, Derrick!
Many thanks, Amy
Probably your best flower photos to date Derrick, and the Comma looked great too. With Jackie gardening and you photographing it looks like the teamwork is paying off.
Many thanks Quercus. Winds still 42 m.p.h. today.
A bit gusty here but maximum 20 mph forecast. Hope the garden doesn’t take too much damage.
A few things have blown over, lots of fallen branches. Only one rose arch looks serious. Ta.
Fingers crossed. 🙂
Simply beautiful. Love seeing pictures of your garden/flowers. Brightens my mood.