Pottering about in the garden, placing owl statuettes at vantage points, paying homage to the Empress of Blandings, attracting a bunch of hungry ponies……these are but some of the perks of retired life, recounted in this leisurely blog post.
Enjoy!
On a largely overcast and humid morning I took an amble down to Roger’s footpath and back.
Parsley and fennel are now flowering in the bed opposite the kitchen window.
White nicotiana spreads its scent across the patio.
The Absolutely Fabulous rose now bears numerous fresh flowers.
Violas suspended from the entrance arch to the back drive soak up the sun’s fleeting rays.
I found that a snowy owl has been sneaked in.
Small, ground-hugging, convolvulus now straggles the verges of Downton Lane.
For the purposes of rearranging the furniture I was permitted to enter the shed this morning. If truth be told, I was probably more hindrance than help, although the Head Gardener was too kind to say so. I was taken back, however, to my very early childhood when, asking my mother if I could help with the housework, I would receive the response: ‘Yes. Sit on a chair and…
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Many thanks, Ashok
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You have a beautiful garden!
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Not mine, I confess. It is a reblog of a post which somehow mentions yours faithfully. I guess one is permitted a dash of narcissism once in a while!
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