We have, as can be seen here, a very small back garden and this view is from our kitchen window (hence some reflection in the glass) about an hour ago. It has been raining steadily for the past 24 hours, not harsh rain that would damage the flowers, just gentle rain that the garden loves. Indeed, if I listen carefully I’m sure I can hear the plants slurping it all up, wasting not one drop of the precious H2O!
OK, I’m just being fanciful, but until last week the grass was looking very grim and now it’s beginning to look, well, like grass again. There are some awful gaps in the garden, though, as last year husband removed a lot of over-grown plants and we still need to replant, but once the herbaceous plants grow up it shouldn’t look too bad. Our garden is overlooked by several neighbours’ houses, but we don’t mind. Once the walnut tree is in full leaf and we are sitting to the back of the garden, close to the summerhouse, we could almost be invisible.
Photo (above) of back garden last summer, when the walnut tree was in full leaf
I took the above photo early this morning from the patio doors in the study where I sit to write my posts. If I look to my left, this is my view. We have, I think, about 12 pots of tulips, almost all of them are now in bloom, just about three or four to show their colours yet.
Yesterday, an ex-colleague of my husband was coming for morning coffee. I had an appointment booked at ‘my’ podiatrist’s and so once I’d said hello and made him coffee, I left him and husband to have a good chat. I then drove to Babbacombe and once my feet had been attended to, I went for a browse in the local hospice charity shop opposite her consulting room.
Our local hospice, Rowcroft, has a number of supportive charity shops in the area, not only here, in Babbacombe and in Wellswood, but elsewhere and each has its own style. In the Babbacombe shop there is a lot of bric-a-brac as it used to be called (when I was little all this kind of stuff was in what were called ‘junk shops’). Although the Babbacombe shop is crammed with all kinds of things, from glassware and pottery to old clothes and jewellery, I didn’t see anything which shouted “buy me!” and I did have a good look-see as husband wasn’t with me! I did notice, though, a set of Poole Pottery (see photo below) in the same style as a Poole coffee service that we were given as a wedding present in 1964 by my husband’s office colleagues. We have only the coffee pot and water jug left, and even these are damaged, and had this collection been in the pretty pattern that we have, then I’d have snapped it up, but instead it is a rather ugly and yellow and brown, so popular in the 1960s.
When I returned home I saw that the first copy of my new subscription to House & Garden had arrived, so something nice to look at during the afternoon.
And later in the afternoon, delivery of a book, the latest in a series by Philip Gwynne Jones, crime novels set in Venice.
I very much enjoyed the first two books in the series, so have great hopes for this third one. I have to say, regardless of the contents, the covers are beautiful.
Lunch yesterday was so easy to make (photo below) just a tomato and courgette soup with garlic and parsley bread and parmesan. This was so filling no dessert was required.
And today we finished off the soup, re-heated, and served with croutons, bread, crackers (Carr’s Cheese Melts), butter, and three cheeses – Gruyere, Cheddar and St Agur.
This morning we had a little visitor …
I’m sorry that the photo is a little blurry but Barry moved his head as I took the photo. He’s getting on a bit now; he will be nine years old in October and is grey around his muzzle, like grey designer stubble on ageing film stars!
Now for a cup of tea and more of my book,
Until next time.