The garden is incredibly lush right now, with lots of things in bloom and the air buzzing with the flight of bees and hoverflies. This might be peak time, although some things -- like the roses -- have already faded. Still, there's so much going on that I'm having trouble photographing it. No picture can capture it all!
I tried panoramas, but that didn't really work. They're too distorting. (Look how tiny our patio table appears in the photo above, at far right!)
So here's my solution -- a video, complete with subtitles so viewers can tell just what plants they're looking at. I've never subtitled anything before, so this was an interesting exercise. Some of them go by a little fast, particularly at the beginning, and I'm sorry about that. If I had it to do over again I'd do longer shots of each plant (or group of plants).
This may be WAY too much garden for many of you -- it's almost seven minutes long -- and don't feel like I expect you to watch it all. I'm blogging this as much for me as anyone else. It will be fun to watch in January when everything has died back!
Yesterday I spent a lot of time pricking out foxglove seedlings into their own compartments in my seed trays. I have a ridiculous quantity of foxgloves now -- three trays' worth, or at least 120 plants, and I think I'll fill one more tray.
Last night Dave and I went out to dinner in Hampstead for our anniversary. Nine years ago we were civil unioned in New Jersey! Our lives were so different then -- I was still working at a newspaper and neither of us had even thought of London. Crazy how things happen.
We went to Villa Bianca, an Italian restaurant, where I had cold celeriac and fennel soup and a radicchio ravioli special. Dave had lobster soup and risotto, and we both had tiramisu for dessert. (I'm reminded of an episode of "The Nanny," Fran Drescher's old show, when she gets kissed by a guy she'd assumed was gay and, confused, asks him what tiramisu is. "I have no idea," he replies. "Oh my God!" she exclaims. "You're not gay!")