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This is the view from our bedroom window that got me staggering downstairs for a camera at 4.30 a.m.
Later on Jackie and I both tidied, weeded, and cleared sections of the garden, adding to the compost heap. Jackie then planted more flowers and I continued with ‘A Knight’s Tale’, extracting edited sections of ‘A Retirement Project’ and ‘Where’s The Tripod?’, yielding more experiences of the heyday of the cinema.
In the garden the marigolds and Black-eyed Susans cone has reached its peak.
Hemerocallis
and lilies,
especially these giants in the Rose Garden, flourish everywhere.
A new dahlia has popped up in the New Bed,
where pollen-laden bees plunder poppies, the seed pods of which produce nodding sculptures.
Schoolgirl rose bends in a bow in obeisance to Jacqueline du Pre against a backcloth of white Hawkshead fuchsia. I was lucky to get these shots in, because not long afterwards the Head Gardener had tied up the errant rose.
Visible in this view across to the New Bed
is a thriving potted hydrangea;
shifting the eye slightly to the left offers the view across the Concrete Patio.
The aptly named rose Summer Wine
and golden Summer Time soar over the Rose Garden.
In between further sessions of clearing up after the Head Gardener, I watched Wimbledon tennis match featuring Britons Heather Watson, Johanna Konta, and Andy Murray.
This evening we dined on cod fish cakes, ratatouille, Jersey potatoes, carrots, caiuliflower, and runner beans. And very tasty it all was. We both drank Cimarosa Reserva Privada sauvignon blanc 2016, which rather helped.
