As I walked down to the Back gate to open it for Aaron early this morning I passed
the delicate pastel shades of Penny Lane which will have a powerful fragrance later in the day;
oriental poppies which have stubbornly clung to some petals despite the recent gales;
abundant Félicité Perpétue draped over a dead stump;
and rich red Ernest Morse.
A myriad of bees were already engaged in packing their pollen sacs.
Two masquerading as others were a striped hoverfly and a green shield bug.
A somewhat tattered Red Admiral fluttered by, occasionally pausing to rest.
The roses on the front trellis have been so weighty of late as to pull down their support. It was one of Aaron’s A.P. Maintenance tasks today to strengthen this section.
This afternoon we took a drive into the forest. First stop was Setley Ridge Garden Centre where Jackie bought some more trays of plants and I photographed
a bee on an ageratum.
We then took the Sandy Down route to the east.
There was a little delay on the road to Beaulieu as a foal was shepherded across the road.
At East Boldre several somnolent ponies occupied the road. Others, including a foal, snoozed on the grass. Unmoved, those on the road played havoc with the traffic of which they were oblivious for some time. One dappled grey seemed to have dislodged its reflective collar.
Suddenly, silently, the entire group took off for Masseys Road. The previously recumbent foal soon caught up.
Dangerously foraging on the verge of South Baddesley Road three ducks diced with death. The white one was sent out scouting. Eventually it got in a flap trying to convince its leading companion that crossing the road was not a good idea.
This evening we dined on a rack of pork spare ribs marinaded in sweet barbecue sauce and Jackie’s vegetable rice, with which she drank Blue Moon Belgian style wheat ale, and I drank more of the Ringbolt Cabernet Sauvignon.