SATURDAY COLLAGE III

                               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.

Thursday Collage....

                               Thursday. And the Garden is coming in fast and furious.

                                               Roses and more roses.

                                          Cats and more cats. Cats who have other homes.
                                       Cats who sit and watch slugs creep across the grass.

                                            With the forest  deep in cloud. Today. Only today.

                                                 Bush roses pop with colour.

                                       Prolific poppies. Growing straight out of the compost.

                                  Peace Roses. Large and  soft.

                                              And the cats. Always the cats from the hill.
                                                   Watching and waiting.Tired of slugs.

                                                    Waiting for the mist and cloud to go.

                                                       Then it rains. For a few minutes.
                                                           Teases us with a hint of fall.

                                      And the sweet peas love it. They're expanding. Creeping up.

                                               Pots  and rain and mist and cloud. Give way to sun.

                                       And Spencer hangs from the fence. In the shade.

                                               The porch is the coolest. Dry from the mist.

                                                         The sweet peas suck in the rain .

                                                    Spencer finds his chair on the porch.

                                             And sleeps. Perchance to dream.

MONDAY COLLAGE

 "It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dusk,so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought." (James Douglas, "Down Shoe Lane"

        "Gardens are a form of autobiography"  (Sydney Eddison,  1993 Horticulture magazine)

                              "When the sun is shining, I can do anything. " (W. Rudoph, 1940)

                               "To watch the corn grow,

                                           and the blossoms set:

                               to read, to think, to love,

                                        to hope , to pray,

                                         these are the things,

                                           that make us  happy. " (John Ruskin 1819-1900)

                                          "All cats like being the focus of attention." (Peter Gray, 1928)

                             "If every day is a repetition of life, ever dawn signs as it
                                                              were a new contract with existence,

                                           If night and the starry sky speak to the meditative soul of God,
                                   of eternity and the infinite, the dawn is the time.............." ( Amiel)

                     "If cats ruled the world: Dogs would have to curtsey or bow when a cat went by.

                                       Cream would be available on tap.
                                              Their humans would be in attendance at all times.

                         Mice would be available in a variety of tastes. Rain would be abolished."
                                                             (The MacFarlanes)

                                "Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are."
                                     (G. Ehrlich 1946. American travel writer and poet)

                                                     "I am two with Nature." (Woody Allen)

                               "I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way
                                               they have to live than other things do. "
                           ( Willa Cather 1873-1947 who wrote novels about pioneer life.)

                          "To forget how to dig the earth, and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves."
                                                     ( Mahatma Ghandi)

                                   "Everything that moves serves to interest and amuse a cat."
                                 (Augustin Paradis de Moncrif  1687-1770,
                      French writer and poet, royal historiographer to King Louis XV of France)

                    "One of the most delightful things about a garden, is the anticipation it provides. "                                                                                  (W.E. Johns)

                                    "I have never had any other desire so strong,
                                  that I might be the master of a  small house and a large garden. "
                                              (Abraham Cowley, "The Garden" 1666)

                                  "Life begins the day you start a garden." (Chinese Proverb)