Our first, albeit mild, frost of the season left a few fingermarks on the garden this morning.
Despite its leaving specks of icing on the solar lamps with their suitably frosted design, throughout the day we enjoyed enough sunlight, such as that burnishing our remaining beech leaves, for us to be justified in anticipating a little more overnight twinkling. The pond is yet to freeze.
The nasturtium leaves that proudly cupped raindrop bubbles bow down in flaccid surrender;
and the rhododendrons had second thoughts about budding.
Margaret Merrill remained coolly unperturbed.
This afternoon I placed the Dead End Path section into the garden album, and printed the Oval Path and Elizabeth’s bed selection of photographs.
In order to track down a Chinese takeaway open this Monday evening Jackie was forced into a real hunter gatherer foray. Eventually she lit upon The Happy Wok in Pennington whose windows were themselves lit. We enjoyed the meal with which I drank more of the Bardolino.