I am close to deciding on my final cut for the Everton Festival Photographic Competition. Many painful decisions are being made now, concerning which shots to leave out.
In order seriously to consider the deer having her nose scratched I have converted this image to Black and White, thus giving a sharper silhouette. This is, incidentally, quite a small crop from the original picture. Does anyone have an opinion?
Jackie has been working very hard all this week on planting and replenishment of soil.
Here she tidies what she has achieved against the kitchen wall;
this side of the patio, all of which has been repotted, leads through the Dead End Path,
Earlier plantings include this allium in the Palm Bed and clematis climbing the Wedding Day (formerly Agriframes) arch.
While I think of it, I have been calling the clematis wandering up the wisteria arbour Niobe; we now think it should be named Star of India.
It faces the bright red Chiliean Lantern tree.
Rose Altissimo stands sentinel between Elizabeth’s Bed and the
Rose Garden where Laura Ford’s yellow pigment splashes onto the heuchera border, and
nods to the numerous gloves the foxes have scattered therein.
Creamy yellow Summer Time makes its bid to support the peeling old shed;
Jacqueline du Pré plays on;
and the deep pink climber Elizabeth rediscovered races Roserie de la Haie to the skies.
The Weeping Birch Bed bursts with burgeoning blooms.
This evening we dined on chicken breasts roasted in sweet chilli sauce; creamy mashed potatoes; and ratatouille with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Garnacha Syrah.