The weather today was overcast and cold, but mostly dry. A wander round the garden seemed to be in order.
The upstairs windows gave me a new perspective in which the rescued red Japanese maple gapes in awe across and above to the majestic copper beech; I could look down on the gazebo clematis; and in the Palm Bed the cordeline Australis bears buds.
The close-up of the maple began my lower level selection.
The red climbing rose, Paul’s scarlet, will soon be joining the wisteria beneath our bathroom window.
This hawthorn graces the back drive,
as do blue-tipped irises.
Ferns are unfurling as I write.
Enlarging this image of the Brick Path will enhance the West Bed with its lamiums, dicentras, and much more.
More aquilegias and a pieris on the grass patch are bursting into life; while an oak-leaved pelargonium with its scented foliage has survived the winter beneath the gazebo.
I have refrained from mentioning that last Friday evening we ran out of fuel oil. This was not a good week to be without heating. Today a new supply was delivered. This evening the excellent Ronan, of Tom Sutton Heating, reset the boiler.
We dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Pinot Noir.