The Garden Wept

Hanging its head, the garden wept early this morning; to brighten later; albeit with less than entirely dry cheeks. Bees basked on sunlit blooms; as did butterflies like this Red Admiral on the lobelia. Jackie’s planting of phlox in the West Bed brought her little robin, Nugget, out in search of goodies. “Where’s Nugget?” (6)Continue reading “The Garden Wept”

Up And Down The Garden Path

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN THE GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT Between phone calls wrestling with internet connection problems, while Jackie began the process of moving the less hardy plants to their winter quarters in the greenhouse,Continue reading “Up And Down The Garden Path”

Very Short People Or Wheelchair Users?

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN THE GROUP TO ACCESS THE GALLERY, INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. SINGLE IMAGES CAN BE VIEWED WITH A CLICK THAT CAN BE REPEATED The morning glory outside our kitchen door has not flowered at all this year.Continue reading “Very Short People Or Wheelchair Users?”

Narrow Lanes

The day began less than delightfully. Two days ago, our dishwasher was delivered. That was an excellent service. Disappointingly, the Kenwood machine developed a fault on our first wash last night. The booklet advised us to contact a qualified technician. I tried that this morning. Curry’s customer service number produced one of those maddening systems that asks youContinue reading “Narrow Lanes”

‘Not Two Peoples…….’

When you wake up at 6 a.m. in an all-electric house to find you have a power cut and cannot make your morning coffee; and you have often passed a cafe in New Milton that professes to open at 6.30, there is only one thing to do. We did it. Dopily, Jackie drove us toContinue reading “‘Not Two Peoples…….’”

The Gauntlet

When I read Baroness Orczy’s timeless novel, ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’, I had a vague idea that this was a flower, but didn’t know what it looked like. We have a lovely little orange weed, rather like a forget-me-not in size, that crops up all over the garden. I haven’t been digging it up, because IContinue reading “The Gauntlet”

Only Eighteen To My Mother

Yesterday morning someone tampered with my camera.  When I came to download pictures, I found a number of shots of Morning Glory on the device.  I suppose I’d better print one. The culprit this morning repotted a splendid white begonia which isn’t so far behind the multitude of others. I began the day by addingContinue reading “Only Eighteen To My Mother”