Scents

On a sunny and mild morning I spent some time dead heading and transporting clippings to the compost bins.

Jackie pruned and tidied the lawn area, keeping me supplied with bags of refuse.

The eucalyptus has now been adorned with its pendant baskets.

Nugget played his game in “Where’s Nugget?” (84) and (85). A click on either image will access the gallery each picture of which can be viewed full size by clicking the box beneath it on the right and further enhanced if necessary.

Later, Jackie added twelve begonias to the now weeded bed above. This activity, of course, produced more robin fodder.

My dead heading took me through the Back Drive entrance arch scaled by clematis Margaret Hunt and along these borders containing fuchsias, poppies, antirrhinums, phlomis, and much more.

In the Rose Garden I focussed on the strongly scented Absolutely Fabulous, Deep Secret still bearing the raindrops that fell overnight, and Crown Princess Margareta; the bright magenta petunias in the urn; and the gentler, drifting, scent of Rosa Gallica.

Elsewhere the red bottle brush plants and various hemerocallises bloom.

It is well known that Jackie finds birds becoming imprinted on her.

What do I find?

Well, this afternoon, as I left the kitchen to offer the Head Gardener some water, I heard a buzzing in my hair, which has not been cut since the lockdown began. I could feel nothing, but gave it a good finger rake and shook it all about. I walked through the garden, still hearing buzzing. I raked once more. I returned to the house, poured some water for Jackie, carried it outside, returned, and settled with Virginia Wolf on my lap.

A fat, drowsy, bee dropped from my locks onto my shoulder. I flicked it into the fireplace and forgot about it. It must have been three quarters of an hour later when the creature clutched at my T-shirt. This time I flicked it onto the carpet and continued with my book.

When Jackie came in it was still crawling about. With the aid of a glass and a birthday card she carried it into the garden whereupon it flew into a spider’s web. You just can’t help some people.

After the excitement we dined on Jackie’s super spicy chilli con carne with her flavoursome savoury rice, with which she drank Becks and I drank more of the Douro.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

83 thoughts on “Scents

  1. I enjoyed the tour of your gardens again, Derrick and Jackie. It has gone back to cool and rainy here, and your sunshine-filled floral photos are a real treat!

    Bees do get into trouble, don’t they? I have seen them many a time get ambushed by crab spiders in our roses. The roses have been under heavy attack by deer here this year. We may not get to enjoy many blooms in 2020. A doe, followed by a buck, came through this morning.

  2. Nugget in the flower beds, Virginia in your lap, a bee in your hair! My word! How fortunate that you have your glorious garden to soothe the soul after all that!

  3. I found him too. You were quite lucky you didn’t get stung. I had one tangled in my hair a bit back and I couldn’t find it and it eventually stung. My sweetheart was looking for it too and saying ‘there’s nothing there!’ but it was buzzing really loud so I knew there was.

  4. Poor bee. It just wasn’t his day. Was it? 😳 Your description of your walk in the garden made me believe I could actually smell the fragrance of the beautiful flowers all around you. 😍

  5. That was an interesting bee story. Maybe bees just get old. Hopefully the spider appreciated it. I don’t like to kill bugs, but when certain types get inside the house, they are taking a big risk. If one happens to get squished, I often take it outside to be part of the cycle of life.

  6. Your Absolutely Fabulous roses are absolutely Fabulous, Derrick, and so are the rest of the roses – breathtaking. Mr Nugget is sitting on the grass in the first photo, but I couldn’t find him in the second. Sorry, Mr Nugget!

  7. Another lovely tour of ‘Gardener’s World’ I found Nugget in one picture but struggled in the other, though I may have spotted half of him! 🙂

  8. Beautiful garden…lovely roses. I love deadheading. Today is Sunday and I only do the gardening I adore on that day of rest. I will clip off those spent blooms and dwell for a moment in glad anticipation of new bursts of color on my garden plants.

  9. Man who lives next door to me was spraying wasp killer around his back garden this morning. Made me very upset all round as I expect he was actually spraying honey bees (not that he should’ve been spraying wasps anyway). You can’t reason with him. Not sure if it was a nest but don’t think so as I would’ve expected a lot of angry activity and there wasn’t any. However, my honey bees in the front garden swarmed about an hour later so not sure if it was connected.

  10. Being bald, I do not present a safety hazard to bees. I note that you don’t just have hair, you have “locks”. You’re just rubbing it in as revenge for our chip shop being open, aren’t you?

  11. It’s the depth of your locks that prevented stings. As you know, my husband, Bob, is a beekeeper. When he was active in that profession, he went regularly to my hairdresser and had his “locks” curled. Short, cling-to-the-head hair is ripe for bee stings. But thick locks (like yours) or curly locks (like Bob was able to obtain with help) are a deterrent to bee stings. I’m glad that “fat, lazy bee” was able to drop out without stinging you. If she had stung, she would have died, and you would have had a much more uncomfortable coiffure!

  12. I laughed pretty hard at your comment about how you can’t help some people. It’s so true–whether the person is human or a bug! I think I could smell the scents in this post, by the way

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