Destruction

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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.

View through greenhouse window 3

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

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Dragon Bed,

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from another corner of which the view leads across the garden past the gazebo and the bottle brush plant.

Crocosmia etc through greenhouse window

Crocosmias,

Nicotiana etc through greenhouse window

nicotiana,

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day lilies and buddleia, among others, are all in view.

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These two baskets hang over the Head Gardener’s Walk.

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Jackie is particularly pleased that her orange cone is visible from her hide,

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while, turning just a few yards to her right her eyes wander across the Kitchen Bed to the patio;

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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.

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Only one wore a fly protection mask, although

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others could have done with something similar, and

Horse with muzzle

an apparent biter had earned a muzzle.

Burnt out car 1

By the roadside at Avon a burnt-out car, having charred the nearby fencing,

Refuse disposal notice

bore a Council Refuse Disposal notice.

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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.

 

Mellow Fruitfulness

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As we were both up before dawn this morning we took a trip to the coast to catch sight of the dawn over the Isle of Wight. There was nothing to see. It was raining and the sky was covered in grey cloud.

John Keats famously described autumn as “a season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”. We haven’t had any mists yet in this delayed waning of the year. So I guess we must be patient.

Many flowers, such as

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nicotiana

nasturtium

and nasturtiums continue to bloom.

There is, however, a certain amount of “mellow fruitfulness” in the form of

Crab apples

crab apples,

Rosa glauca hips

rosa glauca hips,

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just a few apples on a tree that was laden last year,

nicotiana sylvestris seed pods

and the seed clusters of six foot tall nicotiana sylvestris,

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just one pod of which produced this cappuccino  chocolate cloud of minute seeds on the poppy tray.

I cannot remember how to calibrate my scanner to the laptop, so the last two photographs I e-mailed to Emily were produced by

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photographing the prints and uploading them.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s spiky pasta beef arrabiata and runner beans with which I drank more of the malbec.