I must get out into the herb garden
and tidy up the shaggy remains of the rosemary and sage
and all the other wonderful herbs that have given me such pleasure
as the heat of the sun
released the scents and heady perfumes.
...right at the bottom
is this wonderful Tamarisk tree...
...there is something magical about a Tamarisk..
.the ferny leaves and soft pink feathery blossom
seem out of place up here in the north west land...
yet it not only blooms for weeks of enjoyment
but holds a grape vine in it's strong branches.
This year the warmth has given us many bunches of green grapes
which I plan to turn into fragrant grape jelly.
...to the right of that is a little love seat ..
.made by the potter
to catch the sun and the deliciousness of the garden
and entwined in one of the chairs
an everlasting perennial sweet pea
given to me by my Irish brother many years ago.
...they say that a healthy sage in the garden
is a sign of a wise woman!
Not too sure about that...
but it makes a goodly sage and onion
for the seasonal "bird"