On another very hot day, after spraying the Back Drive path with
herbicide, Jackie patrolled the garden taking care of whatever caught her eye, while I carried out a considerable amount of dead heading, and in the process managed to mislay my favourite secateurs, given to me a couple of years ago by Flo and Dillon. Normally they sit on the side of my desk, but could not be returned to their normal perch until I found them. I was fairly sure they were
somewhere in the the Weeping Birch Bed where I had sat for a while after picking off spent day lilies, but had to go inside for a heat break before finding them.
Some time after lunch I returned with my camera and rested eyes.
Here are the photographs I produced, each, as usual, bearing a title in the gallery.
And I did find the secateurs. Can You?
This afternoon I watched the Ladies’ Wimbledon Tennis final between Iga Swiatek and Amanda Anisimova; and, later, the highlights of the third day of the third men’s cricket Test match between England and India before dinner, which consisted of roast lamb, mashed potato, cauliflower cheese, carrots, cauliflower and its chopped leaves, mushrooms, onions with which Jackie drank more of her Weissbier and I drank Paarl Shiraz 2024.