Tag: clematis Madame Julia Carrevon

We All Feel The Heat

We spent much of this hot summer’s day in the garden.

Jackie found a shady spot to continue her work on the heucheras. Each plant was stripped of any sign of fungus on the leaves; samples for cuttings were taken from the stems and the

roots were replanted in their place in the Rose Garden. While doing all this Jackie set the hoses sprinkling, and irrigated more later by hand.

I watered numerous hanging baskets and other containers; and cleared up a few clippings for composting.

Clematis Madame Julia Correvon in the Oval Bed can be seen beyond the white everlasting sweet peas climbing the arch spanning the path from the concrete patio where I sat waiting for

a somewhat careworn, hardworking, Nugget who took a brief breather on a brick, before continuing to collect food for his family.

“Where’s Nugget?” (89)

Meanwhile a small shadow-casting grasshopper scaled the mountain that was a rolled up parasol canopy.

This evening we dined on Mr Chan’s excellent Hordle Chinese Take Away fare with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Carinena Monte Plogar Tempranillo Garnacha, Syrah 2018.

Buzzing On Opium

We received a generous amount of rain overnight and light drizzle during the morning of a generally overcast day.

Jackie continued her work on clearing beds while

I carried clippings and other refuse to the compost bins before a lengthy training session for what Andrew Petcher has termed the Dead-heading Olympics.

Nugget visited me briefly, but otherwise preferred the company of the Head Gardener and her filled trug from which he plucked provender to provide for his latest brood of offspring. The poor little chap was looking very sodden as he ignored the rain for the greater good.

In this image you can find “Where’s Nugget?” (87)

For one brief period before lunch clematis Madame Julia Correvon smiled in the sunshine while sparkling raindrops caused roses, hemerocallises and others to gladly glisten;

a veritable hive of bees clambered over each other buzzing on opium.

This evening we dined on roast chicken; crisp roast potatoes; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; and tender spring greens with green beans, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Malbec.