Cawing For His Mum

I delayed my walk around the garden until later this afternoon, hoping to take advantage of the light. Almost as soon as I had photographed this budding heuchera and this camellia bloom toning into graceful age, the skies closed the curtains, silhouetting the Weeping birch branches. I continued photographing a range of daffodils; another somewhatContinue reading “Cawing For His Mum”

Number 32

One of Aaron’s tasks today was to reinforce the wobbly posts on the entrance to the Rose Garden, cerinthes have proliferated by self-seeding. The Oval Path curves round the bed beyond that entrance. Shadows fall across the Gazebo and Brick Paths. The yellow and orange diurnal poppies are preparing for my daily dead-heading routine. TheContinue reading “Number 32”