Jackie spent much of the day tending to her hanging baskets and other containers, while I wandered about dead-heading and picking up debris for the compost bin.
I did, of course, have my camera handy. We have two new poppy varieties on display.
One is Californian;
the other I cannot name because it is a self-seeded volunteer which didn’t introduce itself.
For the first time this year geum Mrs Bradshaw has found a happy place in Margery’s Bed.
Another new bloom is clematis Warsaw Nike.
The Dr Ruppel I have been picturing recently scales the right hand side of the nearest arch spanning the brick path;
another is announcing its presence against the weeping birch trunk.
Jackie worked in the shade beyond these rhododendrons.
Here are some views of the Rose Garden.
In this one, “Where’s Jackie?”
After lunch Jackie worked
beneath a copper beech canopy
casting cool shadows.
Russel Crow, patrolling the roof of the house, panted like a dog to combat the heat.
Nugget did periodically investigate pickings from the pots, eventually taking off in search of fresh meat.
From this perch on the west side of the garden his food came in the form of flying insects at which he darted far too fast for my trigger finger – and for the wings of his prey.
The last two of these images show, on our right of Nugget’s plumage a little black mark which definitely identifies him.
This evening, on the patio before dinner, we noticed a nest of baby spiders, mostly clustered together.
Later, we dined on Jackie’s succulent sausages in red wine; creamy mashed potato; crunchy carrots; tender runner and green beans with cabbage; and firm Brussels sprouts. with which I drank The Second Fleet Limestone Coast Shiraz 2018.