Fresh from flying down across the Atlantic, then down the length of South Africa, and breaking the sound barrier in an airport cab en route to No. 9, under a sky where clouds roiled like breakers over the mountain, I stumbled about the windy garden, where the southwester was roaring too, and took some inadequate pictures. But they still give you a sense of it...
My mom has had less help than usual in the garden - everyone aging, things falling apart, but the centre still holds: the garden looks very beautiful.
The New Dawn, as prickly and prolific as ever.
Lichen. Clean air.
I am watching my back.
(The next few days will be taken up with Open Gardens business, photos, cake-baking, shuttling, posting. When I can, I shall post more gardens.)