Today is Saturday, and apart from a leaking cistern and a third replacement ball valve, I have nothing fresh to report. I just thought I'd post some photos from yesterday of how absolutely heavenly our garden can look on a beautiful summer's day. DH these are for you.
The end of our garden looking into the beech wood beyond. Doesn't it look like the gateway to fairyland?
If I were a bee I would make my honey out of buddleia globosa nectar too.
This wild rose was right outside the kitchen window. It used to be a cultivated one, but it has reverted to its roots over the years. I caught this moments before the gardener cut it down. It was a shame, but it and its accompanying brambles, ash seedlings and escaped passion-flower plants just had to go.
Later I went out to eat my tea on the sea front while I watched the tide go out. An imposing rain cloud was rolling in across the sea. Actually, although this looked as if it might make the roof leak again, it went straight over. I think it must have dropped everything over those mountains.
When I got home, the setting sun was lighting up our larch tree as if it was on fire underneath. This photo doesn't do it justice, but the tree is actually the darkest green in the garden.
I dashed upstairs just in time to catch the last rays as they sank between the rolling, purple cloud and the purple mountains. This, THESE THINGS are why we are coming home at the end of the contract. Singapore and Australia have their own very individual, wild, exotic beauty, but oh for me, for me - nothing beats this.