The sun emerged quite late today. After I had opened the gate for Aaron.
These are a few shots I took on the way there and back. As usual accessing these two galleries with clicks will access titles.
Much of the rest of the day was spent listening to the Ashes Test Match.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s choice chicken jalfrezi; marvellous mushroom rice topped with a perfect omelette; and a tasty paratha with which she drank Blue Moon and I drank more of the Saint-Chinian
I was grateful today for the overnight thunderstorm and for Jackie’s watering the parts it couldn’t reach early this morning before she and Shelly drove to Helen’s to offer sisterly assistance.
This meant I could concentrate on the dead-heading necessitated by the storm’s stripping of many petals. After more than an hour I retreated indoors with wobbly legs and wringing wet shirt to sit at the computer and apply myself to retouching two more of the images from my mother’s old album.
First I tackled my grandfather from c1926 at Conwy. Judging by the position of his hand I suspect he was holding a cigarette.
This photograph was probably taken in about 1919, before the marriage of my maternal grandparents, Annie and George Henry Hunter, who are the couple on the right.
These two images suggest that my grandfather was, like me, happier behind the camera.
After completing this work I returned to the garden,
where bees were very busy, being particularly partial to swarming over purple alliums and pink hebes.
Red geraniums, white marguerites, and pink hydrangeas produce an attractive bank on the front drive. Jackie is constantly thinning out the daisies so she has sufficient vision to her right when driving out.
A variety of day lilies continue to proliferate.
The last three day lily images are from the Kitchen Bed, also home to lysimachia Firecracker.
Pale pastel blue and white campanula spills over the Shady Path
from where we have views towards the house, and across the Palm Bed, among others.
This clematis Polish Spirit is nearby in the Dragon Bed.
From the stable door we look down the Gazebo path, and back from the agapanthuses coming into bloom in the Palm Bed.
Further garden views are afforded by the Rose Garden and the Phantom Path,
leading to the West Bed with its honesty and lilies.
Some time after Jackie returned home she drove out again for a Hordle Chinese Take Away meal which we enjoyed with Hoegaarden in her case, and more of the Fleurie in mine.
She spent the morning conversing with him whilst tidying the Oval Bed.
After taking the above photographs I wandered round the garden.
Hydrangeas need a lot of water, but the Head Gardener is keeping them going.
Day lilies continue to thrive,
as do many lilies proper,
and, of course, roses like Gertrude Jekyll and Special Anniversary.
This sidalcea leads nicely to the red hydrangea beyond.
Now that the Wedding Day is over, gladiolus and clematis veil its arch.
Dahlia’s time is now.
This everlasting sweet pea has a scent which justifies its name.
Plants accommodated in containers during the last few weeks have proliferated. The iron urn’s examples happily spill and spread, while
the wicker chair by the Westbrook Arbour is occupied to overflowing.
A clematis shawl has been cast over the arch spanning the Phantom Path between the Cryptomeria and Margery’s Beds.
In the latter, yellow Lisymachia Alexander stretches across the gravel;
and at its western end clematis and day lilies cavort with the red bottle brush plant.
Phlox blend nicely with other plants in the Palm Bed,
alongside the Gazebo Path leading to the stable door.
From Charlie Dimmock, Jackie has been inspired to create a “stumpery”. She will clean up the face of this heap of griselinia stumps and give it a fern makeover.
Just as the one o’clock news was about to expand upon Mr Trump’s latest exploits, Malachi phoned me from Fremantle seeking my help with a word search. We were unable to obtain full reciprocal vision on FaceTime, so we began a game of Lexulous instead. Because they are seven hours ahead of us, my grandson had to go to bed before we finished.
Later this afternoon we drove to New Milton to buy some shoes for Jackie, then back to Milford on Sea for a repeat prescription.
This evening we dined at Totton’s excellent The Family House Chinese restaurant, where we enjoyed our favourite set meal and Tsing Tao beer.
After lunch Matthew and Poppy arrived to spend the weekend with us.
Our granddaughter was keen to explore the garden again. She and Matthew walked around with a list of ten colours of which she was to find representatives. The only one that proved problematic was green.
I imagine there are enough colours in these pictures to cover the game. As usual, clicking on any example in each of the groups will access its gallery with the titles.
This evening we all dined on Forest Tandoori Indian Take Away’s excellent fare. Mat and I enjoyed lamb jalfrezi; Jackie’s choice was chicken shashlik; Poppy picked at a paratha. We shared various rices, a paratha, and onion bahjis. I drank Tsing Tao beer, and Jackie and Mathew chose Blue Moon.
P.S. As Jackie has so kindly informed me, the yucca is a phormium, so I have changed the title.
Having been picked up by Shelly, Jackie left today just after noon for three days away with her sisters.
In her efforts to ensure I would be well catered for, the Culinary Queen packed the fridge with cooked meals and salad lunch materials. The plate on the fourth shelf down contains the lunch I enjoyed after the ladies had left.
A Post It note was stuck on my computer screen in case I needed help in informing the world what I had eaten for my dinner.
Concentrating on containers and the patio area, we were both on watering duties this morning. I irrigated the front garden this afternoon.
Later on I repaired to the Rose Garden with a book.
The rich peachy pink of Mama Mia
towers above a sweep of lavender,
among which I watched flit a butterfly I cannot identify. (In his comment below, TanGental has confirmed that it is a Hedge Brown)
Creme de la Creme
and Special Anniversary are comparatively new blooms;
Hawkshead fuchsia swings towards a spent Winchester Cathedral.
Crisp peach coloured Just Joey has put in an appearance.
Petunias and cosmos are planted in the urn behind
Love Knot, which remains prolific.
Elsewhere, day lilies proliferate.
Petunias and geraniums thrive on the earlier watering, from which Erigeron and lobelias collect the drips.
As the yellow bottle brush plants fade, the red ones are beginning to bloom.
Petunias, geraniums, and others along the Kitchen Path to the greenhouse are looking refreshed enough.
Here we have views from the Gazebo in each direction along its eponymous path.
This evening I dined on Jackie’s succulent beef braised in red wine with mushrooms and peppers; creamy mashed potatoes and tender spring greens.
Threatened with a thunderstorm, after two lengthy dead-heading sessions, I wandered around the garden while Jackie continued with her general tidying and maintenance work.
The blooms in these images of the Rose Garden and the bed at its entrance are identified in the titles of the galleries, each of which can be accessed by a click.
The Shady Path runs between the Dragon the the Palm Beds. The kniphofia and fuchsia occupy the Dragon Bed. The poppies are volunteers having forced their way through the gravel.
Day lilies, sweet Williams, lobelia, more poppies, and geranium palmatums are found in the section of the Dragon Bed alongside the greenhouse.
Day lilies, fuchsia Delta’s Sarah, geraniums, and clematis Marie Boisselot all make their contributions to the Kitchen Bed.
Supported by the Gothic Arch, Wedding Day now flowers above the Brick Path.
More day lilies and a fuchsia thrive in what we now call the Grass Bed.
Here are the current views down the Phantom Path;
from the Concrete Patio to the Oval Bed;
and over the stepping stones in the Cryptomeria Bed through to Margery’s Bed.
By early evening the skies were oppressively leaden, but the storm had held off when we drove into the forest.
Gilpins is blessed with a quite magnificent cornus, which arlingwoman, below, has identified as Kausa.
On a particularly dark section of Church Lane a trainee rider loomed up out of the murk ahead of us.
Further on a deer dashed out of the light into the dark.
As we arrived at Tanners Lane a pair of kayakers were coming in to land.
There was a distinct dearth of donkeys, ponies and other wildlife in all the spots where we would expect to see them. We came to the conclusion that they had tuned in to the weather forecast and were lying low.
This evening we dined on perfect pork chops; crisp roast potatoes; crunchy carrots; tender green beans; and tasty gravy. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Squinzano Reserva 2014.
One of Trollope’s shorter works, this deals with familiar themes concerning the status of women; socio-economic inequalities; intrigue and romantic entanglements. It is a tragic love story breaching differences in fortune, in social class, in geography, and in religion. As usual the prose flows along smoothly to the tale’s surprising, if inevitable, conclusion.
Given that the action takes place alternately in England and Ireland, the choice of the sensitive, and insightful Irish novelist and poet, Maeve Binchy to write the excellent introduction was most apt.
The generous quantity of Elisa Trimby’s drawings are faithful to the text. In particular she manages effectively to convey the emotions of her subjects. I was impressed with the appropriate flattening of perspective enabling her to depict a good depth of field.
In order not to give away the dénouement I have held back the last of the illustrations.
Much of this morning was devoid of Internet connection, which rather delayed my drafting of this review; and my listening to the England v. Sri Lanka men’s World Cup Cricket match.
In order to calm my nerves took a stroll round the garden.
The first two images of these day lilies are of those purchased from https://www.polliesdaylilies.co.uk which, containing our national collection, is situated very near to us.
These penstemons adorn Margery’s Bed.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s superb sausages in red wine; crisp new potatoes, carrots, and broccoli, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Pinot Noir.