Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Light nights

This was one of the sunsets while I was up north.It is in Collieston, and the sun is setting behind the tiny church, with the bell tower silhouetted against the sky.

Beth and I would eat dinner and then go for a walk till about 11pm. Barbara was more sensible, after days spent deadheading thousands of roses she put her feet up and drank wine.


Blogger Beth said...

Wow, what a picture and a nice little story to go along with it. I'm a deadheader. I'm also a Beth. Who are Beth and Barbara?

3:02 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

They're my gardening friends. We do work with the NTS up at a castle in Aberdeenshire a couple of times a year. This year we worked in the walled rose garden.

4:13 pm  
Blogger PI said...

I love drifting round the garden draped in a Vita like garment idly dead heading. And if you saw my garden at this moment idle would be the word that leapt to mind. MTL has a theory that if you mow the lawn an leave it the worms will come up and disperse the grass cuttings whereas I know they will all be trodden in the house!

9:56 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Yes not lifting the cuttings is fine in drought, but not in all this wet!

We deadheaded literally thousands of blooms. I've written a poem about it, see above for why I can't put it here, and many were buds aborted by the wet, sealed shut and rotted.

10:35 am  

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