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Yesterday afternoon, Jackie had been in the garden for some considerable time. This in itself was not exactly unusual, but I did think I should go out and ask whether she knew that it was raining. “Not in my greenhouse, it isn’t”.
Entering the construction myself, I saw her point, or rather her viewpoints.
When the sun emerged this morning from the previously leaden skies, I sat in the greenhouse with my camera.
A number of the photographs contain confusing reflections. Although I will allow viewers to work out most of these for themselves, I think it only fair that I should point out that the house in the first shot is not really on the other side of the
from another corner of which the view leads across the garden past the gazebo and the bottle brush plant.
day lilies and buddleia, among others, are all in view.
These two baskets hang over the Head Gardener’s Walk.
Jackie is particularly pleased that her orange cone is visible from her hide,
while, turning just a few yards to her right her eyes wander across the Kitchen Bed to the patio;
or the clematis festooning the Agriframes Arch.
After lunch we dumped the contents of two more orange bags of clippings into the container bins at Efford Recycling Centre, then went on a drive around the forest.
At Thorney Hill we encountered a string of ponies seeking shade under trees on the edge of their field.
Only one wore a fly protection mask, although
others could have done with something similar, and
an apparent biter had earned a muzzle.
By the roadside at Avon a burnt-out car, having charred the nearby fencing,
bore a Council Refuse Disposal notice.
It seemed to us that the vehicle had already suffered destruction.
This evening Jackie produced, pork slices cooked in piri-piri sauce; marvellous mushroom, onion, and egg rice; and tender runner beans. She drank Blue Moon, and I drank a 2015 Bordeaux.