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As shown from the solanum and honeysuckle on the trellis, our front garden remained free of ash from next door’s bonfire,
and, although some the precipitation, such as this on the pulmonaria
and Japanese anemones, remains,
the fire has died down and we are able to see the garden views again, and beds like that of the Dragon are able once more to savour the sunlight.
This decorative dahlia
sharing the Oval Bed with orange hawkweed,
bidens, phlox, and rampant rudbeckia, basks in a more pleasant source of warmth.
Gladioli and sweet peas retain their pristine whiteness;
contents of the iron urn cascade over the Brick Path;
and these potted chrysanthemums enjoy the increase of light provided by the removal of the North Breeze jungle.
Splendid stinging nettles, like this one in Elizabeth’s Bed, are making their presence felt. They will have to go.
Little cherry tomatoes are ripening;
the grass looks lush;
and the Weeping Birch Bed,
and Rose Garden, fresh again.
Now, what do we have here? “Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home; your house is on fire and your children are gone.”
This afternoon we are on our way to Emsworth for a family celebration of Becky’s birthday. We will stay overnight and I will report on that tomorrow. It will be an Italian meal at Nicolino’s.