Ptilodon capucina

I quite like cappuccino and I couldn’t say no to this capucina.

This is Coxcomb Prominent. Oddly enough it was sitting in full view on the Buddleia bush and I must have walked past it several times today without noticing it.Ptilodon capucina

We finished the pond this morning. I’ll post a photo or two later. It was delayed yesterday as we needed a second attempt to repair the tear in the liner. Now the pond is full, has some life in it and so far at least the water level has not dropped. I hope it will start to attract local life.  I am sure it will.

I went to the nursery to buy a longer hose and they didn’t have one. So I bought two beautiful white anemones instead. Those have been planted out and watered in. There is no planning to the plants we buy. Shirley simply sees something she likes and we bring it home and see what happens.

We seem to be reaching a tipping point. After 6 months of being without a TV our monster set arrived yesterday. Far too complicated for my liking but I did find Gardeners World last night. I sympathised with Monty Don as he told the story of how his vines had been plundered by Blackbirds. We had 4 Jays on the apple tree this morning. Tomorrow we go to Heathrow to pick up cost centre 2, who is currently at 35,000 feet, all being well, using my airmiles to fly business class from HK to help with…… (drum roll) the UNLOADING. Back in January 90% of our worldly goods went into a container and we have not seen them since. It will make a huge difference to have our clutter back. Lulu’s favourite toys and old basket will be very welcome to her I am sure.

I have continued reading about gardens, gardening and gardeners. It has become rather addicitive. One recurring theme is quite sobering. That is the idea that gardening is about the future and we will sooner or later leave this earth and our garden is our legacy. It is also a point of connection to the seasons, which will carry on whether we are there to witness them or not. The less time we have the more we find enjoyment in our gardens even if we know that what we plant will reach maturity too late for us to see and enjoy. If I plant a tree today, with a span to maturity of 30 years I would need to exceed by far my alloted three score years and ten. Nevertheless I shall plod on and if we stay here it will be fascinating to see the direction the garden takes. So much to do, so little time to do it in. Perhaps in time my ashes will dance in the breeze under a tree and I will do my bit to nurture the garden.