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Jackie continued her planting today. My major task was dead-heading.
This section of the Dragon Bed shows how what was a large, gangly ficus until Aaron removed it six days ago has been replaced by the Head Gardener’s selection.
The chimney pot in this shot of the view from the butler sinks at the end of the Dead End path
is one of the three in which Jackie has now completed this year’s arrangements.
The stone planters in the Kitchen Bed have received similar treatment, as have these two urns leading us to the original section of the Brick Path taking us from the south end to the house. This pair necessitated an urgent trip to Otter Nurseries late yesterday afternoon to buy a few more geraniums.
A yoked pair of hanging baskets introduces us to Margery’s Bed,
alongside which raking of the Phantom Path has commenced. The gorgeous pink rhododendron seen through the arch on the Cryptomeria Bed
is also visible from the brick section of the Oval Path, along which coils
the hose delivering sprinkled refreshment to the Weeping Birch Bed.
A white rambler and a purple clematis share the Gothic Arch;
The combination is similar on the Agriframes Arch, and we can name the rambler which, yet to bloom, is Wedding Day.
These Rozannes behind the iron urn are perhaps the most unusual of the blue geraniums.
Beside the potting shed at the corner of the Rose Garden sambucus nigra and geranium palmatums sit happily together.
Rose Absolutely Fabulous
occupying the foreground of this image is now beginning to bloom;
Just Joey and Love Knot are at the far end.
Lady Emma Hamilton
peeps round pink foxgloves at Absolutely Fabulous.
The aptly named Little Rambler scales one of the pergola posts.
I concentrated much of my dead-heading efforts on the Rose Garden, giving me ample opportunity to photograph hoverflies like these skimming For Your Eyes Only. For this purpose my camera hung round my neck as I snipped.
The beds alongside the Back Drive have demanded that they now be called the herbaceous borders.
They contain different varieties of poppy,
and Félicité Perpétue now wears a green and white shawl.
This evening we dined on pizza supplemented by a topping of bacon rashers; plentiful salad, and cold baked beans. I drank Cahors malbec 2015. Jacke had previously slaked her thirst with fizzy water, or, as she termed it, ‘eau petillante’.