The sun has long disappeared behind the ridge of Monsieur F's field, but by the pale blue of the evening sky I can still see enough to tug at the brittle dry stems of fat hen and heave out yet more builders' rubble from the edge of the cottage lawn.
Here is where I want to make a "hot" border: yellows and deep oranges and clashing reds; dogwoods dug up from elsewhere in the garden and transplanted to add structure between the scattered seeds of achillea, marigolds, echinacea, dark poppies and hollyhocks and golden sunflowers to echo those planted in distant fields.
Vita stands on the edge of the bank, nose to the ground waiting for the scurrying of small rodents. When bored she comes offering to dig where I am working.
In my mind's eye I can see the border finished, full of colour in the heat of a late summer's afternoon. For now though, it's just Vita and I on a muddy weed-covered bank in the fading light of a spring evening.
Being out in the garden is great this time of the year, not too hot to do some real work like cutting the grass etc. It's even better when supervised by The Dog. Ours brakes off from staring at the places where the lizards have just left in order to leave a squeeky toy to be thrown just where you are going to go with the mower. He then repositions all the bones (and bits of bone) that have been collected up.
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Hi Lesley, I know what you mean about moving the chewed bits of toy all round the garden! Yes, delighted to say Vita's fine. :)
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