This is an indulgent post. I walked out of my front door a few times today, took photos for the record and came back in again.
I have no garden, just a few square feet between the house and a little wall, beyond which is the pavement. Some of this gap is covered with a huge stone slab which does as a front path. To one side, there is concrete. To the other a tiny patch of earth - a few square feet where, at present, there are nigella turning into seed heads and poppies newly opened today. Mostly my plants are in pots - lots of them; small and large, within this confined space then along the pavement and down the street!
Here are some of them:
'Sweet Dream' rose from David Austin. |
The same plant later in the day. |
Later in the day they mature decadently. It's as if they've put on thick make-up.
Candytuft by the front door looks pretty when the light is thin.
The candytuft on an old lintel glows through the shade as the sun moves round.
While I was watering nasturtiums growing up a little bay tree, a neighbour asked if I'd been having 'trouble with teenagers' recently. 'Not at all,' I replied. (Little knowing!) "It's just that two or three weeks ago they were taking the soil from your pots to throw at the police." I've been watching bees and hoverflies. Urban living!
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A bit of housekeeping:
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