Apart from a brief spell of red-gold sunshine enlivening the last of the Weeping Birch leaves we worked in drizzling rain on the final heavy pruning in the Rose Garden. It is very sad to cut off healthy buds in an effort to ensure the plants’ winter security.
This does, however, bring the bonus of cut flowers such as
Absolutely Fabulous rose of a couple of days ago
and today’s For Your Eyes Only roses and Mrs Popple fuchsia . Otherwise Jackie doesn’t pick her own flowers.
Despite the fact that I filled the bird feeders, Nugget, paying us a visit demonstrated his preference for live worms. Watching the rapid disappearance of this one I wondered “Where’s it all gone?”.
Now, “Where’s Nugget?” (43).
Flitting from larch
to hawthorn, Muggle kept to his own quarters.
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An early morning inspection revealed that The Beast is back.
It has burrowed under the log and presumably wormed its way through the gap between metal stakes, having also chewed more of the fencing.
I filled the gap with a spare stake.
During this process I spotted another burrow at the far end of the concrete block, with distinct teeth marks on the bottom of the plank. It is as if our nocturnal visitor, having limboed under the fence, has decided to raise the entrance for easier access.
Later, Jackie bought some more stakes and added another piece of stone to the battlements. The rose stems are a bit optimistic.
I made more encouraging progress in weeding the Back Drive.
A bustling robin was too busy feeding his family, to take any interest in my activities.
This afternoon Becky helped me customise this blog. I wonder if anyone will notice anything.
This evening we dined on pork rib rack in barbecue sauce, with omelette-topped savoury rice and runner beans, followed by profiteroles, followed by lemon tart. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and the rest of us shared Reserve des Tuguets madiran 2014.