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Saturday, October 25, 2008

A Shepards Warning

OK I'm back....... Haven't felt much like 'blogging' over the last few weeks........... I promise to make an effort to keep it up to date from now on!
This slightly fuzzy scarlet sun rise was taken on my phone camera
. 'Red Sky in The Morning, Shepards Warning'. Well that's what I was always told in the dim and distant past when I was a kid.

Old wives tale or not the weather has taken on a sudden cold snap. The Weather Forcasters frost warnings galvanised me to sort out the frost tender plants in the garden. The geraniums have been rescued and put to over winter in the conservatory and other tender plants moved to shelter.
Sure enough the night temperatures plumeted to -2 to -4. My poor fushias were flowering their soxs off. Now they just look sad with dying foliage and shriveled flowers. Ready to be pruned on the next day I can get out into the garden. The camelia behind them has begun to develope it's buds ready for spring flowering. It's a cheerful pink. Lovely to brighten the post winter days. Although frost and cold winds will make it look really sad. Still it's worth it for the years it suvives and blooms in abundance.
The grape vine is still clinging onto a few leaves. All the bunches of rather small grapes have been picked and it's now had it's winter pruning. It was a very poor season for the grapes this year. So wet and not enough sun. It's been growing on my south facing garage wall now for several years. It grows well but never fruits in abundance. It's a cutting from a cutting from Henry the eighths grape vine in Hampton Court. It's grandparent is a hugh vine over 500 years old. I believe!

The fires now been lit in the lounge. Some night it's so warm in there we have to open all the doors to spread the heat around the house. The log store has been opened up and tided up ready for a new delivery.
The garden pots near the front have been tidied. Summer bedding removed and composted. These cheerful cyclamen planted to give some cheerful colour in the grey days ahead.












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