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My very good blogging friend G.P. Cox had a good laugh yesterday at my statement that ‘surely nothing could go wrong’, concerning my dental teeth cleaning appointment today. Well, GP, I do hope you are ready for another. I received a telephone call at lunchtime today cancelling the visit because the hygienist is ill. I guess I’ll just have to carry on doing it myself.
In complete contrast to yesterday, we enjoyed fine weather today.
Jackie continued taking tender plants and cuttings into protective custody in the greenhouse.
I tidied up a bit and photographed more survivors of the recent light frost.
Some, like this pansy, bore blisters of precipitation.
I am not sure which
of our many
but at the moment they all seem to be.
Heucheras continue to flower,
as do clematises such as Polish Spirit.
Even The Duchess of Albany, long past her best, is capable of creating excitement.
Roses like Compassion,
and the ever ebullient Alan Titchmarsh remain in full bloom;
we have thick piles of carpet roses.
Pelargoniums glow with colour.
Some may be seen in the stone urns at the end of the brick path where solanum swathes the dead tree;
and more in the stone urns in the Rose Garden.
The red maple at one end of
the Shady Path will recover from its wind burns.
Here is a view from the end nearest the house.
Outside the utility room are just a few of the ubiquitous verbena bonarensis paying homage to the regal red climber on the wisteria arbour.
reds, pinks, and greens predominate in the Kitchen Bed.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s fish and chips, pickled onions, and gherkins. I finished the toro, which was a bit strong for fish and chips, but never mind.