The side effects of my BCG procedure have subsided today, and squirrels and moles have ceased burrowing.
When I returned from wandering around the garden with my camera on this shirtsleeves-mild-slate-grey-air morning listening to the
trickling of the Waterboy, I found that unless I culled my 57 pictures I would be in danger of flooding my readers, so I managed to reduce the offerings to forty.
Having neglected to water the nasturtiums in front of the garage trellis we thought they had died.
New growth is now flourishing. Will we see them Bloom?
The last of the smaller crab apples seen in this image alongside fuchsia Delta’s Sarah have been abandoned by the wood pigeons,
and blackbirds are moving on to the larger red ones.
Other fuchsias such as Army Nurse continue to adorn the shrubberies.
Busy lizzies and erigerons alongside each other drape the patio’s low wooden wall.
Violas are potted everywhere.
Some can be seen alongside cyclamen beyond the stumpery ferns.
Such as these nerines and this lace cap hydrangea brighten beds.
Dahlias we would of course expect at this time of year;
But maybe not so many pelargoniums and geraniums.
This viburnum and our numerous bergenias are also in season,
but solanum sharing a perch above a dead trunk is perhaps surprising at this time.
Leaves from the copper beech flitter rustling down to
the Rose Garden,
to nestle among seedlings of forget-me-nots, campanulas and aquilegias and rose petals,
many of which have yet to bloom or to fall. As usual all these images are labelled in the gallery.
in closing with this blue geranium, orange and yellow bidens and mauve petunias I have to acknowledge that I have no idea which season we are experiencing.
This evening we dined on chicken Kiev; boiled potatoes, spinach, carrots; cauliflower and leek cheese; and a melange of onions, tomatoes, runner and broad beans, and mushrooms flavoured so well with oregano and basil as to make the delicious smell match the taste. I drank more of the Morgon.
