I wandered around the garden late this afternoon, pointing the camera almost at random.
Here are the results. Don’t miss a couple of bees. The Puerto Rico dahlia provided a sympathetic sunburst. As usual, galleries will provide titles.
This evening we dined at The Wheel Inn at Bowling Green. We both enjoyed tempura prawns and fresh salad starters. My main meal was a superb rib eye steak, chips, mushroom, tomato and peas; Jackie’s was the Wheel Inn Burger, salad, and chips with which she drank Kaltenberg, while I drank Ringwood’s best. Neither of us had room for dessert.
This morning we retied roses loosened by the recent winds.
Nugget offered encouragement from various vantage points, such as this fence from which he could inspect the work on
Crown Princess Margareta. He nipped onto the path to present his opinion to Jackie. Here she responds to him.
For lunch we visited Elizabeth’s home where we joined Frances, Danni, and Ella. Paul Redmond arrived later. We enjoyed cold meats, cheeses, and salad followed by cakes and biscuits. Red, white and non alcoholic rosé wines were imbibed. Teas and coffees came later.
Elizabeth, Frances, Jackie,
Paul, and I conversed while Ella slept and Danni dozed.
On this hot and humid day Jackie and Frances made use of fluttering fans.
By coincidence, Frances and Paul had both spent some of their childhood years as “Singapore ’50s Ex-Pats”, about which they reminisced.
We got onto motoring stories. Suddenly Frances began giggling. When asked why, she forced me to recount the story of the “Death Of The Brown Velvet Suit”. Our sister-in-law remembers a lot.
This morning we had a debate about these lilies, knocked sideways by the storms. I liked their new arrangement and photographed it.
This evening the Head Gardener staked them up, then we nibbled on prawn snacks with which she drank Blue Moon and I drank fizzy water,.
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.
For much of the day, apart from when Margery and Paul visited this afternoon, I listened to the men’s Cricket World Cup semi-final between England and Australia.
We enjoyed our usual stimulating conversation with this mother and son. Margery’s Bed is named after our friend who, a year or two ago, gave us some red hollyhock seeds which Jackie planted there. We were happy to tell her that they were blooming again at this time.
After the cricket finished I performed a dead heading session before our drinks in the Rose Garden where
Lanarth White lace cap hydrangea contrasts with Mrs Popple fuchsia;
and various lilies are keeping company with the roses,
one of which, Twice in a Blue Moon was a present from Becky and Ian for our second wedding.
We really don’t know how many wood pigeons inhabit our garden, but we can be sure that, because of their constant amorous activity, there will be an increase in numbers next year as usual. They resemble lumbering barrage balloons in the air, whoosh past my head as I sit in their flight path, thump on the fence or arbour supports on landing, and clatter among the branches overhead to announce their return home.
This evening we dined on succulent chicken Kiev; creamy mashed potato; savoury rice; crisp cauliflower; and tender green beans and sweetcorn, with which Jackie drank Blue Moon and I drank Oyster Bay Merlot 2016 given to me by Mat and Tess for my birthday.
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This afternoon I wandered around the garden seeking flowers I may not yet have featured this year. These lilies have just popped in a patio planter.
The agapanthuses in the Palm Bed again stretch across the Gazebo Path.
They stand alongside these Rudbeckia and phlox;
while on that bed’s Shady Path side these begonias bloom.
This flamboyant dahlia, aptly named Puerto Rico blazes between Brick and Gazebo Paths.
The arch across the Shady Path supports this purple clematis.
In the Rose Garden we have fuchsias Mrs Popple
and Bella Rosella.
Gloriana rose is having a better year;
while Special Anniversary
and Crown Process Margareta are enjoying a second flush.
Jackie bought this rather splendid hydrangea very cheaply in Lidl this morning. It doesn’t have a name. You can’t expect everything for £5. She will nurture it in the pot until the weather is kinder.
Now to the sparrows. I have reported on the second brood of these birds in the loo extractor fan. keeping their parents foraging. We have a second set in the rusted burglar alarm on the other side. These are not visible, but I can assure you that they make as much noise as their not so distant cousins.
This evening the three of us dined on a rack of pork ribs in barbecue sauce and Jackie’s sublime savoury rice. Mrs. Knight drank Hoegaarden and Elizabeth and I finished the Malbec.