Frosty Friday

There was a frost last night so hopefully it will warm up before I need to use the car. If not it will be out with the scraper and gloves. It takes a long time for the sun to hit the bottom of our yard especially in winter.



However, as you can see from this view of my neighbours garden's (taken from my dining room window on the side of the house), it's actually a beautiful sunny day and I enjoyed a brisk, early morning walk around the block to get the newspapers and the circulation going. Until about three months ago I walked for a half hour walk every morning and found this was a good way to start the day. During the recent hot summer I lapsed and am only now getting back into what was a good theraputic routine.

The flowers in our garden are still in full bloom and I decided, albeit rather too late in the day, to try and capture some last photos before the frost gets to work. Unfortunately by this time it was dusk and the light was very poor.




The lavender still has a beautiful scent and I should have made more use of it. Most of the fushias in the garden were planted when we moved into this house twenty years ago. At the time they were small cuttings taken by my step-father whose hobby was growing mainly fushias, and some carnations. His greenhouses were always a riot of colour and his 'pride and joy'. Coincidentally this was the name of a shop my mother and he owned for a while selling, loosely what's called antiques/ bric-a-brac. My mother was not allowed near the greenhouses except under close supervision, I don't think she actually minded she was top dog in the shop. It's nice to think even though he has been dead for over 15 years his fushias are still thriving and my mother, who now lives with us, can look out on them from her sitting room.