Ascension Holiday

No workmen today, so the cottage is silent and I fret about slipping deadlines.

We stir ourselves for a lazy late morning walk with Vita along the wild flower edge of the lake at Tombeboeuf.

And then come back to an afternoon of lawn-mowing and planting of the blowsy French roses with too many petals that I bought yesterday and left out in last night's thunderstorm.

Overcast and humid, the garden is heavy with the smell of cut grass, honeysuckle and old roses.

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Meilland Roses