Today was cool and overcast. This afternoon I dead-headed the Rose Garden,
then photographed some blooms that escaped the chop. These include Absolutely Fabulous, Ballerina, Gloriana, Deep Secret, Mamma Mia, Aloha, Lady Emma Hamilton, Special Anniversary, Crown Princess Margareta, and Shropshire Lad. Each is labelled in the gallery which may be accessed by clicking on any image. For enlargement scroll down to just beneath the gallery pictures where, to the right, is a box indicating ‘view full size’. The full size may be further enlarged with one or two clicks.
A certain little robin followed me around, sending me in for the camera before I was ready. We were both rewarded by a big fat juicy worm
Nugget tossed the writhing creature, twisting his head faster than the speed of my shutter, enabling him to peck off beak sized bits. For him, fresh food is now available.
We prefer our fodder cooked, so this evening we dined on roast gammon with Jackie’s moist ratatouille and firm penne cheese, with which she drank Becks and I drank Flores de Soligamar Tempranillo & Garnacha 2018.
The wind picked up speed today; the rain kept away; sometimes the clouds allowed the sun to put in an appearance.
While Jackie continued planting I carried out a token tidy and dead-heading diurnal poppies.
Here the Head Gardener carries her camera because Nugget had dived into the hole she was digging so she left the arbour to pick up her device and when she returned her perverse little robin had disappeared, but she lived in hope that he might return before she put it down.
This windblown pink climber attempting to enter through the window beside my desk encouraged me to wander around with my camera photographing
a range of flowers, details of which can be found in the gallery, accessed by clicking on any image.
Jackie may not have managed to photograph Nugget, but she did produce the above trio which again are explained in the gallery.
Unbeknown to either of us we collaborated on the production of the Wedding Day bouquet by each taking a range of shots of this rose which will soon be fully veiling the Agriframes Arch. Individual authorship will be revealed by accessing the gallery in the normal way.
Concerned readers may have noticed a little dead heading of roses was overdue. Have no fear, this was rectified later this afternoon.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent sausages in red wine; creamy mashed potatoes; and firm carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli, with which I drank more of the Carles. Jackie had drunk her Becks on the patio beforehand.
Between watching recordings of the Rugby World Cup quarter final matches featuring Wales and France then Japan and South Africa, I wandered round the garden.
When we arrived here five years ago a variegated myrtle bush that had grown to a tree was in the process of reverting, This meant that the two-toned cultivated leaves had become dark green. Jackie and I have twice removed all those of the pristine hue, but we have been fighting a losing battle.
This morning Aaron stripped the lower trunk to reveal its colourful bark. Thus we admitted defeat.
Nasturtiums, continuing to scale the trellis in front of the garage door, are hoping they will get away without a frost this winter.
Some of the more established pelargoniums
remain outside in their pots, whereas
others, with begonias
and fuchsias have already been taken into protective custody in the greenhouse.
Dahlias are still in season,
and the Rose Garden features carpet roses,
and Lady Emma Hamilton.
Self-seeded bidens, like these floral cuckoos among heliotrope and petunias remain ubiquitous.
This recently planted panicum Warrior grass has taken well to the Weeping Birch Bed.
The solanum swaddling the dead tree will probably be blooming long after the birch has shed its leaves.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s flavoursome cottage pie; tasty carrots and Brussels sprouts; and tender green beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Malbec.