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.
posted by apprentice at
1:43 pm
4 Comments:
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?
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.
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!
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.
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