Jackie spent much of the day on watering, planting; and laying a thick carpet of clippings from climbing flora, mostly blue solanum, from the arch above the Brick Path beneath which It had become impossible for anyone much above Ellie’s height to pass without a risk of being garrotted.
It fell to me this afternoon to snip a few more stems from the foliage
and bag it all up for eventual removal to the dump.
This evening we all dined on Becky’s pork and apple casserole hammed up by the chef,
and creamy mashed potato bearing a soupçon of skin, which I photographed prematurely.
Jackie drank Zesty and I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon