It probably all began with a bit of a sag and then there was a bit of wobbling in the wind and then there was some slippage, after that there was more wind and finally a tumble right off the wall!!
They were nice old roses, growing on our sensibly high wall, grown so that we couldn't actually "see" the ugly Heinz Wattie factory that resides just a little too close for summer comfort over "there".
Larmarque was in the corner and sweetly scented. He would quite often bloom through the winter
Constance Spry has been rehabilitated quite nicely, but I am a little dubious about Alberic Barbier, whom, I believe grows on Sissinghurst Castle. I once read (after the rose was planted in my garden) that the annual pruning of castle-grown AB, required the collective energy of 3 men and an entire weeks effort to wrestle him in to shape!! At least the slipping event has cleared a lot of space. Room now for my peavine hay..makes such a useful mulch.
Last weekend, on my way home through Napier I came across other kinds of polished magnificence.
Rob tells me this beauty is a Ford.
Pollyanna strings of prisms to hang in more windows.
You know all those wee bits of fabric that you just can't quite throw away? Well this is exactly what they are useful for! Oh dear all the outdoor furniture need a good wash again!
There are sooo many bombarding messages that tell us daily we are not enough..I've had a week full of them, but I am holding myself to a standard of grace. Do you ever feel like that? I am enough & so are you...it's truly, truly, true.
Have a lovely week.