Today winds were fresh; rain was absent; and the temperatures were cool.
The verbena bonarensis attracted butterflies like this Comma;
and this Small White,
examples of which flitted everywhere, seeming to use white blooms as camouflage. Can you spot any one of these which will benefit from enlargement on accessing their gallery with a click?
Jackie continued her care work on these cosmoses and clematis on the back drive;
these, elsewhere, needed rather less attention.
This somewhat rusty duck had allowed the recent rain to roll off its back.
These bidens are some of many self seeded from last year.
Jackie has successfully tied up Margery’s hollyhocks
It was quite a stretch for the Head Gardener to tidy the white everlasting sweet peas.
In the process she pointed to a glass robin, crying “there’s Nugget”.
So, now you’ve been given a clue can you answer where’s Jackie?
The real Nugget had come out to play the game. In order to help newer readers who may not be aware of what they are looking for, and to give others a bonus we have today, in order of difficulty:
Where’s Nugget? – 4a;
Where’s Nugget? – 4b:
and Where’s Nugget? – 4c.
Not far from our little friend the stumpery is bedding down nicely.
Late this afternoon, realising that this was expected to be our last dry, sunny day for some time, Jackie drove me round the Bisterne Scarecrow Trail. I have the makings of a photo story which I will save for tomorrow. This is because rain is expected all day then; because I will require considerable time to work on the post; and because I am knackered now.
While I focussed on one of the exhibits Jackie photographed a couple of chickens scratching in the gravel.
Their flamboyant male companion flexed his muscles on my return to the car.
This evening I watched the recorded highlights of what rain has made the first day of the second Ashes Test Match between England and Australia, before we dined on minty lamb burgers, new potatoes, cabbage and carrots with which Jackie drank Blue Moon and I drank Doom Bar.