Pride cometh...

I decided to go out for a little walk this morning before the rain came, and was feeling quite pleased with myself, particularly at having found an easy circuit close to home.  Unfortunately, the new bit I discovered was rather muddy, and I slipped and fell.  Nothing worse than bruised dignity and muddy clothes (now washed), but it did prompt me to remember (a) to wear suitable shoes, and (b) to take the phone with me when I go walking alone, in case I fall and break something.

That aside, we continue to watch the water trickling down the trench in the lawn.  Ben and Duncan should be back again tomorrow.  I have radically pruned the rose closest to where they’ll terminate the new drains: it sticks out over the void rather threateningly!  It’s very vigorous, so despite brutal pruning and some disturbance to the roots, I’m confident it’ll be back better than ever next season.  It’s by Fryers Roses: The Justice of the Peace.  The picture doesn’t show the incredible profusion of flowers it gives over a long flowering season, but it does show the perfection of each flower.  In the background, of course, is the sedum I got from Miss as a tiny cutting, and which delights the local bees each summer.  You’ll gather maybe, that the garden is about the best investment we can make in these tarsome times.