The London Garden
You are right, not even worth the capital letters. But this is the extent of London gardening. At least the pots are pretty. I bought them from an antique store in deepest darkest Hampshire earlier this summer when Andrew, Pepe and I went on our jaunt to Christopher Lloyd’s garden. Must remember to dig up some thyme plants next trip out and bring them back to add to this small collection.
Little of gardening to report. I am hiding from garden centres in London this week (can’t lift heavy things, and I am not to be beguiled by plants to carry out to France on Monday). But here is a picture of the two plants that have been a great success in this long hot summer in France.
Asters and sedums. Hurrah.
I am trying to assemble notes for the three day November course I have rashly signed up for. Each day out in the garden I am trying to photograph all angles and give it a warts and all account of what needs to do and what has been done. To this end I have updated the garden plan including the lower terraces and even trying to draw in all the trees leading up to the forest.
Pleased. But no time to gloat. There’s an awful lot more to do.