Saturday, January 4, 2020
Garden and Hide
I've been out in the garden the last two days, trimming and neatening things up. I was astonished to find, when I pruned away a canopy of dead blackberry canes, that our daylilies are already coming up. It seems way early for that, doesn't it? I feel like winter hasn't even fully arrived yet -- we're still waiting for our first hard frost.
Our daffodils and other bulbs are sprouting, too. In fact it's been so mild I put the geraniums back outside. I won't worry about bringing them in unless a freeze is predicted.
The mysterious plant (now tentatively identified as borage) that grew of its own accord in one of our flower pots is looking tall and robust.
And although I trimmed away a lot of our winterkill -- four garden-waste bags full -- I left some behind. The golden brown miscanthus grass outside the back door, for example, still looks feathery and nice, especially when struck just right by the afternoon sun. The cardoon is still standing tall behind it, and I've left the teasels for the goldfinches.
Last night, Dave and I tried a new restaurant -- Hide, on Piccadilly. This is the sign, which is pretty inventive -- the metal letters stick halfway out of the wall, horizontally, and are lit just so. The space has big, beautiful windows on Green Park, and we loved our meal -- the chef's tasting menu. I had the wine pairings, too, and that combined with gardening fatigue left me so tired by the end of the night it was all I could do not to lie on the floor under our table and go to sleep. (I have a feeling that would be frowned upon!)
I wore the jacket.