Mondays, for want of inspiration

Sunday, clouds moving back in

(from the left corner of the principle terrace)

For those of you who don't know or remember this place, the house is to my right, and I am at the edge of the planting bed where the terrace drops to the narrow strip of lawn bordered by the raised planting beds of the second terrace below. The terra cotta pots of rosemary and anthemis mark the central stair to the lowest level, and the stairs on either side to the intermediary terraces.

You can just make out the urns of Surfinias, Calibrachoa and Diaschia and the leaves of the Hemerocallis along the right intermediate terrace. They serve the role of decorating the concrete railing that prevents one from falling the 3 meters to the bottom level.

On the left side, there is nothing to keep one from continuing straight on once the stairs end and stepping onto a fragile trellis beyond that covers the unused heat pump for the pool. Guests nearly did exactly that the other day, throwing Audouin into a panic for the youngest, a niece and our friends' 8-year-old daughter. I figured rightly that they needed to almost do it only once to get the hang of the left-turn at the bottom of the steps, along between the forsythia and the St. John's Wort, and on down the precarious steps to the gazebo.

The white-flowering tree marks the edge of our property. The taller trees and the bit of light green field beyond belonging to various others, although we have the benefit of open space projecting on beyond the limits of our own garden.

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And, another first
The Clematis 'Nelly Moser' opens

It remains as insignificant as the Beautybush in front of it, but the first bloom has appeared.

Next year, it will grow faster, having established itself. I will be hoping for the entire 2 meter high ivy-covered wall to be a mass of blooms.

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The pool

Is coming along. Thank you for inquiring.

I'll let you know when you can bring your suit and towel and enjoy a sunbath and refreshing dip.
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