No, this isn’t the local stately home or municipal park, this is Our Garden This Evening. If you’re surprised by the bizarre fountain (officially styled ‘Gothic Boy with Dolphin’ – ?) it was bequeathed by previous owners of the house. We keep meaning to get rid, but now it’s a case of ‘I’ve grown accustomed to your face.’
Meanwhile, the ongoing reconstruction of the patio (out of shot) has necessitated moving all the pots into the middle of the garden where you see them now. Hence, for the first time ever, our own backyard could actually be described as a ‘riot of colour.’
It’s such an improvement I think I’ll have to increase my pot collection forthwith. Credit is also due to the Daily Telegraph gardening offers for supplementing the plant collection and the best friend who provided the ‘vertical growbags’ to make up for the loss of a clematis (or two) from the back fence.
The garden is also the view from my study, though I try not to be distracted from the WIP by thoughts horticultural. I confess to being easily distracted right now. I’m writing a Pivotal Scene, but one I ‘ve written at least twice before and so it has stopped feeling pivotal to me. Today I even crept downstairs and watched bits of the tennis at Queens.
Writing associates feel free to slap my wrists.