Discovered I have so many pics. From morning to dusk. And this is how it goes on any given day.Usually starts out with sun. And sometimes Cordelia. Sitting on the fence.......
My favourite place. (Well, one of many, I guess)
Moai on the Hill. Silent folk.
And the sweet peas. Larger than life.
Rhodochiton
Pots. Stuffed with petunias.
And fish fertilizer for all.
Cordelia can smell the fertilizer.
Everything goes BOOM with the stuff.
Verbascum is huge this year. Considered a weed, of all things.
And the last of the Campanula Takesana. Slowing winding down.
Smokey winding up at mid day.
Foxgloves, begonias, fuschias
Pots and pots of things. Sweet peas growing out of chair.
Moai buried deep in the Takesana.
Overgrown creeping jenny.
Strawberries, that we do NOT eat,
since the creepy crawlies have already got to them.
Sink full of lobelia and begonias by variegated hosta and bleeding heart.
And a terrace waiting to be weeded .
Later in the day. Cape Fushia reaching above the steps.
Spencer ON the porch. On one of his chairs.
I even put a towel down for him.
Neighbourhood cats everywhere. So it seems.
Roses in barrels.
Spencer off the porch. Late afternoon sun. Having a look at the hill.
Cordelia having a look at Spencer.
Roses petering out after a quick rain. And plums. In the evening. Ripening underneath the boughs of their tree.
Waiting to ripen and turn into wine.
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