Trimming and shaping the pavement side of my hedges in Keswick, surrounded by birds singing happily. There’s plenty of new growth even though it’s winter; whilst there have been frosts and there’s snow still on the tops of the highest fells around, my garden certainly hasn’t lacked water.
Surprise mist this morning in Preston Park, Brighton making Terry’s garden look a sub-tropical cloud forest this Christmas Eve.
Jardin Botanique du Villa Maria Serena, Menton: « la petite Afrique »
Visiting the fabulous gardens of the Villa Maria Serena in Menton-Garavan which border the frontier with modern Italy but are within sight of Monte-Carlo and Menton old town across the Bay of Garavan.
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Weather too unreliable for riding a bike so working in the garden. I'm a lumberjack, And I'm OK - remember the Monty Python song? Trimming a hedge, a Leylandii, then the lawn in my garden in Keswick.
Hedges in my garden in Keswick turn out to be like grass anywhere else, they all need a trim at least once a month plus a major cut twice a year to stop the spiky look. Otherwise I loose my views of the fells beyond. Much easier with power cutters than by hand, even so it’s a lot of work to maintain the illusion of the garden merging with the countryside. The shredder’s essential as well: I distribute the chippings around the garden, it breaks down surprisingly quickly in Cumbria’s cloud forest climate to a mulch that drives more growth.
The Long-tailed Tit visitors are new ones for me, lovely little balls of fluff at the moment. Turns out I’ve been growing nettles to head height as well!