Snapshot of a neighbour's roses riotting joyously over his garden fence. As well they might. It rained heavily last night, continued raining most of this morning. Stopped about 1 p.m. and by tea time the garden furniture was dry enough for us to take tea outside. Garden looks so refreshed and smells good and clean. Our part time jobbing gardener Ken, who is a traditionalist, came in on Saturday (Derby Day) to cut our box hedges. So garden looks and smells pretty good.
Bit early, but going up soon, So :- Goodnight All.
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What? The evening has hardly started! Lovely roses.
Hello Zoe. It's just struck nine, and I know you're right. But I also know (or begin to find out) that the old saying that less sleep is needed as one gets older just isn't true. So this time (REALLY) Good Night.
I had to laugh at your comment on my blog about the King of Cheeses. It could be that it is the Stilton now, the Brie was titled that way in 1814! I looked at your posts and saw you had some mince pie. I really like mince pie – we used to get it here at Thanksgiving. The last couple of years I could only find it in the frozen department of the grocery then last Thanksgiving I could not find it anywhere, fresh or frozen. Of course during the rest of the year it cannot be found either. Thanks for coming to my blog and leaving a comment.
Beautiful!
Thank you Lori; they are, aren't they?
Hullo Vagabonde. Thanks for your comment.We usually have mince pies over the Christmass season, but as Ann had half a jar of mincemeat left over she decided to make a large (as opposed to an individual) mincepie. And very good it was, too.
Regards, Mike.
P.s. If you really can't find mincemeat for mince pies, Ann has a good recipe for making mincemeat.
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