In memoriam
This post is to commemorate next door’s huge cherry tree, which was severely pollarded this week. But at least it wasn’t cut down completely, as I’d feared it would be. It’s in the background of this picture of a clematis.
Aren’t clematises wonderful? This is my very ordinary Montana about to flower.
I’ve forgotten the name of this one. It’s one I planted years ago, which died on my side but then migrated completely to my neighbours’ garden under the fence. Last year, I was able to drag it back and persuade it to start growing along my trellis again.
This one lives in a tree and I have to be very careful not to inadvertently cut it down when I’m trimming the foliage round about.
My scales were my mother’s. And my great-aunt’s brass metric weights from Austria. Never seen any reason to get more modern than this.
First time I’ve ever bought, rather than adopted from someome’s garden, a euphorbia.
Enjoying daughter’s packet of strawberry lances in amongst her final year university reading matter. (Taken with instagram)
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