Last night before going to bed I watched the highlights of the second day of the second test match between England and Sri Lanka.
On this warm, gloomy-overcast day, to the accompaniment of a few neighbouring tweeting birds, largely silent bees, and an occasional distant barking dog, I toted my camera on two very short trips around the garden.
Along with her general pot refurbishment and general tidying
Jackie has planted up the bulbs bought yesterday;
her equipment bearing evidence of her labours. She suggests that the pig has moved itself towards the gate in readiness for the coming pannage season.
Beyond the recently planted iron urn extends the Gazebo and Brick Paths from Jackie’s weeded old well surround.
She has recently tracked down a replacement Summer Wine to replace one that died in the Rose Garden.
On Wednesday Martin worked hard clearing a space for it and planted it away from the original site because it is inadvisable to reposition one in the same spot.
Pink chrysanthemums; blue convolvuluses; white begonias, cyclamen, and antirrhinums are rivalled by the Nottingham Castle bench lichen.
We have all colours of Japanese anemone;
and dahlias;
other roses include Absolutely Fabulous and Lady Emma Hamilton.
The Rose Garden continues to flourish.
The rudbeckias sit well behind the pinkish peeling eucalyptus bark.
The Weeping Birch Bed leads through the cryptomeria to Florence sculpture on Fiveways.
More Japanese anemones photobomb the Brick Path and blend well with the iron urn’s pink petunias.
This evening we dined on succulent chicken Kiev; boiled new potatoes; firm carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; and tender chopped cauliflower leaves with which I drank riserva privada Chilean Malbec 2022.
