Tomorrow I will be announcing something about my poetry dilemma but before then here are some pictures from the July garden. At the end, after the customary piccy of Dog, there’s a poem, based on another famous poem, this time by Kipling and based on the English Garden.
Let’s start with July 1st and let’s see how things change as the month progresses
Then we get to the middle of the month
And then we end the month like this
Of course there was some wildlife to admire
The Vet WFH…

And Dog..
The Glory Of The Garden
This is based on Rudyard Kiplingās The Glory of the Garden
Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Though youād really have to wonder if you listened to the news.
The anchors turn you icy with all their talk of wars
While sneery politicians debate like old pub bores.
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But while they focus their trite ire on running down the clock
The world that matters to us all is preparing its own shock.
Itās fed up with the disregard with which weāve treated it
And soon enough will prove to us weāve not defeated it.
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With little thought for others we have wasted natureās gift
And made a virtue out of spending when sense demanded thrift
Consumption of resources has become our default state
And while we try and change our habits it may be far too late.
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The icecaps are receding as the desert centre grows
And winter months seem like June with little chance of snow.
And all the time that the chatteratiās attention is elsewhere
Our hopes of changing course are as doomed as the polar bear.
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So enjoy those simple pleasures in Englandās pleasant garden
Before natureās patience ends and her heart begins to harden.
For itās not beyond imagining that soon will come the day
When the Glory of Englandās Garden shall finally pass away.
Glorious!!!
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Geoff, your garden is a riot of loving colour. Thank you for sharing. š
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Pleasure Jane. The experiments continue so that next year, when we have a family wedding we will hopefully have a splendid riot of colour
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Ohh Geoff, what a wonderful thing to look forward to. A family wedding in your garden. ā¤
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Yes, exciting and terrifying. We have one year to be weed perfect!!
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Sending you sparklies for weed perfection, Geoff. I feel the pressure you must be under!
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Such lovely gardens; what a joy it must be to work, sit, and walk among all that beauty! I love your heartfelt poem and hold the same types of fears about our home, Earth.
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It’s a joy and we do feel v lucky!
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A very apt adaptation of Kipling. Nicely done! And of course the photos are delightful. What a bountiful (and beautiful) onion harvest you had! š
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Yes that wasn’t expected. The potatoes weren’t great but the beetroot looks hopeful and we will be swamped with tomatoes soon
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Late summer zucchini and tomatoes: the birthplace of ratatouille! š
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Your garden is one big gem with countless facets. What a realm of beauty and life. BEAUTIFUL!!
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It’s something of a joy…
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I hear so well, Geoff!!
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I am intrigued by the overlap between what you grow and what we grow. Some things won’t tolerate our extreme heat, such as the lovely fuchsia you have early in the month. Other things seem a few weeks behind here. I see that you have not had the turkeys eat your apples as we did here! Also you seem free of woodchuck, coyote and rabbit, at least in your photos.
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Yep none of the above. Parakeets decimate the sunflowers later and the pigeons can be a pest. Fox poop is an occasional issue too. But nothing of any substance thank heavens.
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Parakeets? Are they escapees from cages?
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No one knows how they started – probably some escapees – but now there are several colonies around the parks in London.
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Crazy!
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The benefits of vision and hard work – one tranquil and beautiful garden, and my favourites are those giant sunflowers amongst others, and of course, dog. That must be the only dog who loves to sit next to a vet š
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I don’t think he realises!! The giants are called Kongs!!
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Definitely a place for poetry! I truly hope the glory of England’s gardens will last a long long time.
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Me too. Mind you the changes in the climate make for a challenge
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Your garden is wonderful, your dog a beaut and your poem just the tops š
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Thank you to all three
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Based on this you hardly need our help to advise on what will be at its best at the end of August, or any other month for that matter. š Fine poem.
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You’re very kind but you flattery is misplaced!! In any event none of us know it all so every bit of help is welcomed!
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Indeed. I will still do the post š
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āChatteratiā!! Love that, the sustainable prose, and the gorgeous garden photos! Poet, writer, gardener and photographer all wrapped up in one. Huzzah!
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Oh if only there was some talent in there too!!
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Ah, but there is, Geoff!
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