After a very short interval in St Vaast after our French Riviera sojourn, I hotfooted it back to Winterborne K. My sister is going to be staying with me for a few weeks whilst her knee heals after surgery for a replacement. And my dear mother is now installed in her new residential home and after a month’s absence I am keen to find out how she is and whether she is settling in. When I came to book my return journey to Dorset I nearly failed to get a ferry crossing on my chosen travel date because our neck of the woods in Normandy has been the focus for the Tour de France and many Brits have chosen to make long weekend of it. Fortunately I can cross to Portsmouth and Liz picks me up on Monday evening. My sisters are in residence.
Liz offered to mow it for me before I get back but I suggested she leave it for me to sort out. .elty and a treat. On my first night back we three go to our separate beds, sharing a house on our own for the first time for goodness knows when. Maybe ever! My home is ideal for convalescence – Chris can function on one floor level with her bedroom and adjacent bathroom. In the end she will stay with me for another two weeks.
Liz has already warned me that our lawn is overdue for a mowing. Arriving at the house I glance out of the kitchen glass doors and such a surprise greets the eye. In our four week absence a transformation has taken place and I have a wild flower meadow consisting of yarrow, white clover, black medick, Medicago lupulina and self heal, Prunella vulgaris. There is a certain amount of zoning of these plants which creates a patchwork of the low-growing, creeping species – the yellow and purple of the black medick and purple self heal, and the more upright flower stems of yarrow, together with the white clover carpet creating a third medium. Overall I could not have planned a better planting arrangement. Nature has given my garden a makeover. When Nick returns he mows a small wavy diagonal path across making it all look very proper .
After my return I am very keen to visit Mum in her new home. When I arrive she is sitting comfortably in the lounge with the large picture window. She is in good spirits and manages to accompany me, using her zimmer, to look at her room which has been beautifully organised. My visit is a pleasure for us both and how much nicer her living environment is now.
It is going to be Open Gardens weekend in our village in a couple of days. The front gravels are looking very untidy and uncared for with scattered weeds across the open area and a greening around the edges. I have to get down on my hands and knees and attack the worst offenders. After some hours and satisfied that the gravels look reasonably presentable, I go to Homebase and buy some plants to dress the porch to my study and freshen up the large glazed pots. Because we will be away at the weekend I ask Chris to stick the chicken wire mouse fork into a pot on Sunday and I then feel that our frontage will present a respectable face to visiting passers-by.