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Although, like this on these marigolds, a certain amount of ash remains from the North Breeze bonfire,
the prevailing wind has changed and the fire much less prevalent. The mechanical digger glimpsed over the fence is levelling the now plantless next door garden.
This afternoon we both took up deadheading again. When I became bored with snipping, I wandered around with the camera for a while.
This is a view from Margery’s Bed looking towards the Rose Garden
where Rosa Gaujard is among the flourishing roses
and Clematis Duchess of Albany festoons the arbour.
Alongside the Brick Path
lies the Palm Bed with its resplendent rudbeckia and Japanese anemones.
From the Shady Path we are led towards the house.
Just visible among the wisteria leaves these rich red dahlias stand proud,
while a striated variety remains out of range to the left of the picture.
This similar view from further along the path
contains the hanging basket featuring bell-like begonias.
Delicate pink lilies float over
the Cryptomeria Bed.
All the hanging baskets demonstrate their gratitude that their thirst has been regularly slaked.
Clematises like Star of India continue to shine,
and New Guinea impatiens brightens several beds.
I didn’t get around to deadheading these cosmoses, because
Jackie brought me the telephone which emitted the voice of our mortgage advisor. I needed to return inside, turn on the computer, download some documents, and endeavour, with his assistance to understand their contents. This took some time, and I wasn’t up to returning to the gardening afterwards. Instead, I drafted this description of the condition of our garden as September approaches.
This evening we dined at Lymington’s Lal Quilla where, despite the fact that they were very busy, we received our usual warm welcome and friendly service with excellent food. My choice was lamb naga. We shared special fried rice, a plain naan and an onion bhaji; and both drank Kingfisher.