Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Dog and ball; ball and dog.
The final cutting of the astrantias.
A little afternoon rest.
A pair of tiny robins, dancing on the lawn.
The song of the swallows.
I really cannot complain.
The astrantias are over, so I had to cut them back. I am hoping they might flower again, perhaps towards the end of August, but am not sure. They have given me so much pleasure this summer, and I salute them:
A little marjoram, nestling against the Scottish granite:
We haven’t had any of the magnificent violas for a while:
The new laurel:
The white marjoram:
The new tree hydrangea:
The evening light on the cotinus:
Delphinium, with the old cherry tree in the background:
New blue planting in the wild garden:
The view from the wild garden, back into the proper garden, or as proper as it gets:
The evening light on the trees and hill:
Sometimes I think the expression bright-eyed and bushy-tailed might have been invented for the Pigeon:
Look at her doing her sphinx impersonation:
And one more, just for the sheer beauty:
Lovely comments yesterday; thank you. Have a glorious weekend.