The Last Furlong

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The colours of spring

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The Furlong garden is always wonderful. Having lived in Africa for a long time, all the plants in our garden are “exotic” to me. But here, they are called “weeds”.

So we have what most people here call “a cottage garden” out of politeness. I still see people hanging over the gate looking at it when it is at its most beautiful. And, it IS beautiful.

The little orderly English gardens, all with neat rows and well controlled plants being allowed to grow in designated spots, haven’t a patch on ours.

This morning, in the mist, the colour of our garden was aubergine.

Aubergine

Bird feed shrub – name unknown and Magnolia that flowers again in Autumn

 

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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