Bit by bit I am planting in the flower garden. It is surrounded on three sides by fuchsia so is the only part of the garden with any real protection from the wind, and even so …
This year the wildflower meadow is full of daisies and clover. The blue flower, a cultivated version of bugloss, called Anchusa.
One of my favourite jobs in the garden. The weather, after the gale force winds, is lovely so I took the opportunity to mow paths in the orchard grass.
On my walk.
Left the car with JC , truly the saviour of mankind as far as cars are concerned.
Mist, bracken, drizzle, two donkeys sheltering, Hawthorn.
Breakfast today was the delicious porridge bread from Pilgrims. The bread is so tasty I have it with just butter. Brown bread and butter and a cup of coffee – one of my favourite breakfasts.
Then it was out to the garden. Most of the really big jobs have now been done – the mowing and clearing.
I spent most of last week digging up the bluebells – ‘lifting in the green” to move them to the Dingly Dell. They are in actual fact, thugs. They have taken over all the flower beds and I decided enough was enough. They are beautiful though so I am hoping they will like their new home under the tree. I also planted my elderflower cuttings and the sea holly.
We could really do with a downpour and it looks hopeful. Cool and cloudy so, maybe, rain today.
Later today a Skype with D and the gals in Sussex.
I had a letter to post so decided to walk to Rosscarbery and back as it was such a stunning day.
One of the things I do miss about my life in London is the walks with friends. Usually organised by M we have had walks on the Pilgrim’s Way to Canterbury, walks in Hampshire, around Chichester Harbour, from Hastings to Winchelsea, all around Shoreham in Kent, around Canvey Island and many others. Usually we would stop for a really good pub lunch.
Any kind of social occasion is beginning to feel so remote, like something from a past life.
I finally issued forth on a walk today. I am not exactly a keep-fit fanatic and my vow of walking every day has flown out of the window. Since my previous walk the wildflowers are in lush profusion. The scent from the rose was heady. Walking along the verges was soft and mossy underfoot.