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.
And...The Corg.
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.)
Resistence is futile...the Corg are back :-)
ReplyDeleteHow nice of you to include us! GH
ReplyDeleteThe Corg are (is) back indeed, and quite well fed it appears...
ReplyDeleteI don't ever think I've seen a thin corgie! These 2 are quite pudgy with happy faces. What are they hiding?
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