This morning Aaron of A.P. Maintenance completed his preparation of the Rose Garden for winter that is still being kept at bay.
A week or so back he gave the shrub roses a good haircut. Today he laid our two year old compost around their bases.
Clumps of bright yellow bidens, like these at the foot of our sculpture, Florence;
Little irises, heucheras, lamium, and geraniums;
a fig flowering in the Palm Bed;
and this clematis on the Westbrook Arbour, all speak of the season’s confusion.
This morning I helped Elizabeth load her car with belongings to take to her Pilley house. This afternoon Jackie and I followed this up by unloading them for her. We then continued on a forest drive.
The lake that has been mostly dry during the summer once more bears ripples and reflections.
Bustling goats in a field alongside Jordans Lane competed in a dodgem race for first bite at the bundles of hay clutched under their speeding keeper’s left arm.
On an open space beside Bull Hill a group of stumpy little ponies chomped on their own food.
From here we sped off to Mudeford, arriving just in time for sunset. While I was taking these shots
I was unaware that Jackie was adding her own sequence, featuring me among the silhouettes.
one with an entourage of gulls, completed the picture.
Elizabeth returned in the evening and we all dined on Jackie’s splendidly hot chilli con carne and toothsome savoury rice. My sister drank Hop House Lager; my wife drank Hoegaarden; and I finished the Merlot