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Yesterday afternoon, Jackie had been in the garden for some considerable time. This in itself was not exactly unusual, but I did think I should go out and ask whether she knew that it was raining. “Not in my greenhouse, it isn’t”.
Entering the construction myself, I saw her point, or rather her viewpoints.
When the sun emerged this morning from the previously leaden skies, I sat in the greenhouse with my camera.
A number of the photographs contain confusing reflections. Although I will allow viewers to work out most of these for themselves, I think it only fair that I should point out that the house in the first shot is not really on the other side of the
Dragon Bed,
from another corner of which the view leads across the garden past the gazebo and the bottle brush plant.
Crocosmias,
nicotiana,
day lilies and buddleia, among others, are all in view.
These two baskets hang over the Head Gardener’s Walk.
Jackie is particularly pleased that her orange cone is visible from her hide,
while, turning just a few yards to her right her eyes wander across the Kitchen Bed to the patio;
or the clematis festooning the Agriframes Arch.
After lunch we dumped the contents of two more orange bags of clippings into the container bins at Efford Recycling Centre, then went on a drive around the forest.
At Thorney Hill we encountered a string of ponies seeking shade under trees on the edge of their field.
Only one wore a fly protection mask, although
others could have done with something similar, and
an apparent biter had earned a muzzle.
By the roadside at Avon a burnt-out car, having charred the nearby fencing,
bore a Council Refuse Disposal notice.
It seemed to us that the vehicle had already suffered destruction.
This evening Jackie produced, pork slices cooked in piri-piri sauce; marvellous mushroom, onion, and egg rice; and tender runner beans. She drank Blue Moon, and I drank a 2015 Bordeaux.
The garden is lovely, but that car is quite rusted out – it’s been there a while.
I think so, GP. Thank you very much.
What interesting persepctives Derrick! Your garden is ooking terrific 💛
Many thanks, Val
Oh what a contrast you produced for us today, the burnt out car wreck and your beautiful flowering garden
Many thanks, Ivor. All in a day’s life
Yes, quite the contrasts. No wonder Jackie is so delighted with the new greenhouse. She can be out in the garden, rain or shine.
Many thanks, Laurie
I was driving up the sweetly named Halfpenny Lane near my then home in Oxfordshire when a car blew up in front of me …. stolen, dumped and set fire to it had smouldered away for some time before detonating… if I had been a second or two earlier I would have been taken with it.
Wow. Thanks a lot, Osyth
What a contrast – the horrifying car images and the happy flower fairy gardens. Love them both.
Thanks very much, Jeanne
How cosy the hide and what a view! 🙂
Many thanks, Mary
Arrrrgh, thar be the Dragon! 🙂
🙂 Nice one, Widders
The garden looks fantastic! All it needs is a sign that reads, “Jackie’s Garden.”
Many thanks, Jill
I wondered where I’d left my car… and my horse… and my greenhouse…
🙂 Now you know, Bruce. Many thanks
I had a moment of concern at your heading and the beginning content of this post. I was relieved when the old banger showed up and could guess where you were heading 🙂
Me too – at first I thought the greenhouse was a goner.
We’d all have been sobbing into our morning/evening drinks…….
🙂
🙂 Sorry if I got you spluttering into you coffee, Pauline. Thanks a lot.
Those views from the greenhouse are stunning. Glad you both are enjoying it.
Many thanks, Jodie
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So beautiful. Thanks for sharing these, Derrick!
By the way, the car photos aren’t beautiful, but they are really cool. I love photos like that.
Thanks a lot, Luanne. You might like this one: https://derrickjknight.com/2016/05/21/before-gaeddren/
Many thanks, Luanne
The title set my pulse racing, fearing an exploratory visit by the Big Beast in the spanking new greenhouse! Both Jackie and you are apparently in love with your new dollhouse equivalent. The notice of destruction of the vehicle couldn’t have been more ironical! But then that is one of the limitations of the law.
Many thanks, Uma. You nailed it.
In Melbourne there is an epidemic of young kids stealing cars, then joyriding around and then setting them on fire. Then the burnt steel rusts almost overnight. Then the recycle fellows will come and pick it up. The police are working on all sorts of strategies but to little avail.
But it is a great feeling to be in a green house in the rain. ( or rather out of the rain )
Thanks a lot Paol. I suspect that is what happened here. Interestingly there was no trace of number plates.
That’s what the young hoodlums do to cover their tracks. But if anyone got serious the engine number would soon tell the where the car came from.
That is preposterous. Didn’t know such felonies could happen in Melbourne.
I am sorry that you think I am being preposterous but the facts are that these things happen, even in Melbourne. And it is not preposterous to say these things happen in Melbourne – we have assaults, robberies, murders and every other crime you can imagine. Melbourne is is not immune to the normal evils of mankind.
I am sorry for the confusion. What I meant to say it is outrageous on the part of those who commit such crimes for pleasure. And Melbourne is often rated as the best of the cities about the globe.
Thank you. Yes the crimes such as these, and all crimes are outrageous and on a pro rat basic Melbourne is indeed a very safe city.
Councils seem to be the same the world over, why on earth didn’t they just send along a truck that could hoist the wreck onboard and get rid of it immediately?
Even Blind Freddie could see that!
Yep
I perhaps oddly like the pictures of the car’s changed character a lot!
Thanks a lot, Cynthia. I don’t think that’s odd
Love, love your garden, Derrick! So many beautiful blooms, unbelievable. 🙂
Many thanks, Amy