Continuing Maintenance

On a much brighter morning Jackie trimmed the lower limbs of myrtle while I bagged up the clippings and added them to the row awaiting the local recycling centre. This, and further tidying, work has improved the views from the patio and down the Dead End Path. Also in receipt of attention has been theContinue reading “Continuing Maintenance”

They Left Their Mark

We have an old saw that states “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight, red sky in the morning shepherd’s warning”. This certainly rang true today. Jackie had only a few minutes to photograph a rosy pink dawn. Afterwards there was barely a tinge left for Florence sculpture’s portrait. On this decidedly dank, dismal, day, Aaron,Continue reading “They Left Their Mark”

A Clutch Of Clematis

Today was once more hot, humid, and overcast. This morning I printed a copy of my recent photograph of Aaron for his parents. His A.P. Maintenance tasks included the repair of the door of the Orange Shed which had managed to beat the shed itself to collapsing; and to level the uneven, sagging, brick footpathContinue reading “A Clutch Of Clematis”

A Fine Set Of Choppers

‘A Short Walk from Harrods’ is the sixth volume of Dirk Bogarde’s autobiography, and, to my mind, the best. I finished reading it last night, and would have been saddened had I not had one more to come. This work deals in more depth and detail with material that has been featured in earlier books,Continue reading “A Fine Set Of Choppers”

A Paint Job

This morning, before dawn’s light had penetrated neighbouring trees, I photographed the wakening garden from above. Aurora first fingered the wisteria; the crab apple and the Amanogawa blossoms.     Aaron of A.P. Maintenance gave the shed two coats of paint, then drank a mug of tea while, at a suitable distance, I admired hisContinue reading “A Paint Job”

Where’s Aaron?

On another gloriously sunny Sunday, Aaron, of A.P. Maintenance, worked as usual according to Covid -19 practice. He kept his distance, accepted no refreshments, worked to Jackie’s hand-written list; and I paid him on line. As is my wont, I popped out for a few chats to keep him company – normally this would haveContinue reading “Where’s Aaron?”

Sculpted By Prevailing Winds

Aaron is continuing to work as long as he can. This very sensible proprietor of A.P. Maintenance has taken advice and uses his plentiful common sense. We leave the gate open for him so he doesn’t have to touch it and he knocks on the window to announce his arrival. He keeps well away fromContinue reading “Sculpted By Prevailing Winds”

Agriframes Destructions

Our Ace Reclaim arch in the corner of the Rose Garden has not survived the storms. Already rusting and having lost one of its important bars it was probably only being held together by the roses it was there to support. Aaron this morning broke it up in order to replace it wit an AgriframesContinue reading “Agriframes Destructions”

Here’s Mud In Your Eye

On another dull day Aaron, of A.P. Maintenance, completed his installation of a gate beside the house that he had begun last Sunday. So hard was our house wall that he had difficulty drilling into it. He then erected a frame on the opposite side, attached hinges and a latch, and fitted the structure intoContinue reading “Here’s Mud In Your Eye”

In A Flap

As I walked down to the Back gate to open it for Aaron early this morning I passed the delicate pastel shades of Penny Lane which will have a powerful fragrance later in the day; oriental poppies which have stubbornly clung to some petals despite the recent gales; abundant Félicité Perpétue draped over a deadContinue reading “In A Flap”