Haven't been around here much as too busy gardening. 100 Allium 'Purple Sensation' planted. 50 Narcissus'Thalia' in the white border, 100 crocuses (tommies) and a handful of anemone robinsoniana 'Blue Eyes'. Much ground elder removed in the process.
I was casting a jaundiced eye on the ground elder growing the crown of a rose 'Constance Spry' which was one of the first of the Austin roses. It's a pretty thing but it only flowers once. It's also on the corner of my white border where it joins a pergola, and it's pink- very pink. It was one of the first things I planted when I started the garden her so it must be 30 years old. Anyway, what with the ground elder and the pinkness I decided to move it - complete impulse. After much grunting, two big forks and a pinch bar I got it out and into a stock bed. Minus an overflowing bucket of those bright white strappy ground elder roots. It may survive or may not. I don't believe in hanging onto things at all costs. Good gardening is being prepared to be ruthless and edit, I think.
There's an incredible amount to do in the garden. I haven't even started on the big borders yet. The house is full of scented and Unique pelargoniums, a lemon tree and a banana, all overwintering wherever I can fit them in. Other stuff - cannas, brugmansia, dahlia and salvia are in the poly tunnel taking their chances. DH has wrapped the tree ferns in his fern garden.
Now I need to clearway the bedding away and plant hundreds tulips in the big Cretan pots and in the Perverse Parterre. But there's nothing so good as being out in the garden on just the right kind of autumn day, the sort that smells of leaf mould and the slight sugariness of changing leaves.