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This afternoon I made a rather pathetic effort at clearing up some of the Head Gardener’s laborious pruning cuttings, then allowed myself to be diverted with a camera.
Leaving the house by the stable door gives a forked view down the Gazebo and Brick Paths.
We are led under the wisteria arbour which also supports a couple of clematises,
and beneath which lie other plants such as fuchsias and dahlias.
Other clematises scale the gazebo.
White sweet peas thrive on the arch linking the Weeping Birch Bed with the raised bed opposite.
Elizabeth’s Bed is nicely fluffed up;
Florence sculpture’s basket of bacopa is responding well to careful nurturing;
happy planting is displayed along the Shady Path where phlox in the bed; and petunias and begonias in the basket above blend in a diagonal punctuated by lobelias.
Bees are particularly attracted to these purple alliums.
A true blue clematis climbs the potting shed in the Rose Garden;
and a bright red snapdragon hangs by the kitchen window.
One evening recently Jackie spotted a little furry creature that we thought to be a vole. She has been nurturing an ailing Bishop of Llandaff in the New Bed for a while now. This morning the whole plant had disappeared. Just behind the vacant space was a tiny tunnel. A vole had struck. They are apparently partial to dahlia corms. So far, others in the bed have survived. Apparently there is little defence possible against their tiny teeth.
This evening we dined at The Royal Oak on Mexican burgers, fresh salad, coleslaw, and French fries. the meals were very good, as was the service. Jackie drank Amstel and I drank Ringwood’s best.
