Jackie continued with general garden maintenance today.
Here she applies anti-vine weevil solution to all her many heucheras.
As became clear last year, there is no defined boundary between us and the empty North Breeze next door. In particular, that at the front is concocted from self seeded trees, rotting planks of wood, and what I take to be one of the pre-Everest window frames from our house. The glass panes have long since become estranged from their lead. Some have remained intact, but others have broken and found their way into the thin layer of soil in which a few weeds have managed to survive. This earth has been laid on top of gravel, thus narrowing the path that led round the house.
My task was to remove this soil in order to expose the shingle, thus widening the path. This was easier said than done. That is because the strip was full of tree roots, rubble, concrete, bramble, and ivy. I just dug it over. Moving it can wait.
A view from the south west corner of the patio shows the condition of our neighbour’s back garden, and some of the panels we have set in place to keep the triffids at bay.
We continue to enjoy such warm, sunny, weather as to become somewhat confusing to flora and fauna alike.
The clematis Montana clothing the large dead tree alongside the new bed is blooming again.
The owl in the dead snake bark maple, especially having experienced the bright super moon throughout the night, just cannot get to sleep.
Antirrhinums are growing alongside sedums.
Butterflies and bees like these in
kniphofia must be convinced we are still enjoying summer.
The asters, however, know what the season is.
This evening we dined on fillet steak; a moist melange of mushrooms, leaks, onions, and peppers; and crisp carrots, green beans, and new potatoes. I drank Via di Cavallo Chianti 2014. Jackie had already enjoyed her Hoegaarden in the rose garden.