Lady Scarborough is not amused
I was tempted by the pelargoniums for sale at the Secret Garden, and couldn't resist bringing one home:
'Lady Scarborough'.
But I don't think Lady Scarborough is that impressed by her new surroundings. Perhaps she was expecting a stately home and an orangery. She has not been very generous in the matter of flowers. But the scented leaves are wonderful: crush a leaf and the lemon scent is strong enough to make you blink.
The Volunteers' Garden on the other hand is flourishing. A small area in bright sunshine, full of plants that planted themselves: Lady's Mantle, Lemon Balm, Marjoram, Mint. They have been flowering away madly, attracting bees and hoverflies, and little Mint Moths.
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Yesterday was grey and grim and cold. Not a glimpse of the sun all day.
But driving into work this morning, the sky was suddenly a pure blue, cloudless. And it felt very peculiar. Like I had gone to sleep in January and woken up in July.
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I dreamt of my old mare Charm last night. She was inside the house. It didn't seem strange. And when it was time for her visit to finish, I turned her out into a field where the other ponies were waiting. A field of lush green grass. No restricted grazing. There are no electric fences in the afterlife, apparently.
'Lady Scarborough'.
But I don't think Lady Scarborough is that impressed by her new surroundings. Perhaps she was expecting a stately home and an orangery. She has not been very generous in the matter of flowers. But the scented leaves are wonderful: crush a leaf and the lemon scent is strong enough to make you blink.
The Volunteers' Garden on the other hand is flourishing. A small area in bright sunshine, full of plants that planted themselves: Lady's Mantle, Lemon Balm, Marjoram, Mint. They have been flowering away madly, attracting bees and hoverflies, and little Mint Moths.
***
Yesterday was grey and grim and cold. Not a glimpse of the sun all day.
But driving into work this morning, the sky was suddenly a pure blue, cloudless. And it felt very peculiar. Like I had gone to sleep in January and woken up in July.
***
I dreamt of my old mare Charm last night. She was inside the house. It didn't seem strange. And when it was time for her visit to finish, I turned her out into a field where the other ponies were waiting. A field of lush green grass. No restricted grazing. There are no electric fences in the afterlife, apparently.