All was still and bright in the garden today when we began the post-storm recovery.
We didn’t manage the patio area, which won’t take long tomorrow.
Aaron righted the Rose Garden arch, with minimal discomfort to Crown Princess Margareta and Zefirini Drouhin.
The Phantom Path;
the Gazebo Path;
views from the Kitchen Bed,
from the Shady Path,
from the Palm Bed,
towards the Rose Garden from the corner of the Phantom Path, are now less cluttered.
Some hanging baskets, like these suspended from the eucalyptus, have been righted.
In order to prevent loosening of the rose roots from further winds, Jackie has begun their winter pruning.
Nugget, of course, could not keep his beak out of the process. Yes – he and Muggle are both alive and well.
“Where’s Nugget?” (42)
Late this afternoon we took a drive into the forest. Given that a woman had been killed not far away yesterday by a tree falling on her car it had been a good decision not to risk it ourselves.
Moody skycapes loomed above Beaulieu Heath
and Hatchet Pond,
casting reflections on the water
over which greedy gulls swooped and squabbled.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s especially spicy lamb jalfrezi with pilau rice, vegetable samosas, and plain parathas with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Fleurie.