
Autumn and its less than welcome cousin, so far as the gardener in me goes, winter are coming to stay and the signs are all there.
It does allow for jobs to be undertaken, of course, which is a plus. One is the upcoming arrival of a new shed. It’s been a while since the old one fell to bits and we’ve been making do with stuffing things in corners and filling up the summer house and the garage. But bullets have been bitten and by the time I next post from Dulwich Parkside, we will at least have the shed kit even if it hasn’t been erected.
Sooo, preparatory to that moment, I’ve cleaned out the compost and working area, as well as removing some redundant privet bushes from behind the summer house to create the space and reorganise everything. It also meant one of the huge pleasures of this time of year, but more of that later.
That pleasure is the fire. As you’ll see in the images from behind the summerhouse, we have installed the woodstore – one of those serendipity moments when it fitted perfectly – and filled it with the many off cuts that build up. Now, London is a smoke free zone – has been since the Clean Air Act of 1958 – and burning smoke generating fuel is banned. Bonfires are similarly regulated.
So, I break the law. Once a year I have a bonfire – more like an inferno actually but in a few hours we render a load of material ash which goes back on the garden. Also, at Christmas we have one fire in the grate indoors. That’s it. Bring the leg-irons, constable; it’s a fair cop, but at least it reduces the recycling.
We also have the occasional fire in an old grate, cooking up marshmallows or similar. My legal career is done. Comprehensively.

Meanwhile there was a fair bit of colour still but if frosts come the dahlias and geraniums will suffer so they have been lifted to be protected until next year.
The dahlias….
And after lifting and placing in the garage…

We leave out the calendulas and fuchsias though.
And remarkably we have either a very late or very early foxglove which is in for a shock.

Here’s some more colour and a few gratuitous images of the lawn…
There’s a bit of landscaping…
And, of course, Dog (the chair is in the summerhouse) …
And the weird title to this post? On 30th November I’m 64. ‘When I’m 64’ seemed like terminal old age when sung by Clive Dunn in cardy and rocking chair, back in the 60s. Now it’s a bloody insult. 64 is nor more than middle youth these days, whatever statisticians tell me. Mind you, interesting factoid, actuaries say that the average life expectancy of a male in the UK at birth is 79, whereas if that male lives to be 65, that goes up to 84. I’ll take that, thank you…
Your garden is amazing in all seasons. I hope someone sings you the song when you turn 64 years young!!
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My ‘darling’ wife has taken to humming it already, the wretch!
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That’s some garden.
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It’s easy… hem!
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Interesting ‘factoid’, Geoff. You don’t know what it is for women by any chance?
Yes, 64 did seem ancient in the 60s.
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About 5 years…
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I’m shocked at the law breaking! Shocked I tell you……
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And there was me thinking you knew me so well!!
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Awesome garden and for sure, a looooooot of work. But to tell from the results, they are so worth the effort!
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I think so. It’s good to feel a bit ahead of the game, not that it lasts.
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I hear you, Geoff! I hear you really well… haha.
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Dog looking very regal on his chair 🙂
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King canine!
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Do keep pelting us with gratuitous photos of garden, Dog, the general vicinity, what-have-you! It is such a balm to see sights other than those offered by my window, however fond I may be of the latter.
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Yes I know what you mean. It’s grand seeing other perspectives
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Happy Birthday, and happy burning. Once in a while can’t hurt much. On our list of things to fix in our old house–the fireplace (or flue, actually). Nothing better on a cold winter evening! That top photo–wow, just wow, beautiful gardens!
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I took that from the attic bedroom. It came out okay
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More than OK!
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The outdoor grate gets my uptick!
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One day you can come and enjoy it!
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A fun post, especially knowing a former officer of the court is a miscreant.
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The guilty secret of which I’m rather proud!
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Your a mere child I passed sixty four three years ago!
Garden looks great as does Dog 💜
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They both keep flourishing whatever I try.
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Well that’s good 😂
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Such elegant digs … for a hardened criminal!
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I know. Mea culpa!
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Fantastic … Great pictures and dare I say it, there’s nothing better than a bonfire. I love that you label your dahlias too when lifted. It’s a terrific garden and you obviously love it. Hats off sir. Katie
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Thanks Katie. The bonfire is a less than secret pleasure…
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Well done with the garden Geoff, it looks truly wonderful. How long before the Lore allow you to see it again? The extra 5 years you gain for reaching 65 maybe. I’m due to achieve 70 in January from lots of stolen years but perhaps I shouldn’t mention that to an h’occifer of the Lore albeit one who’s new career as a crime lord is taking off.
Many Hugs
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Hi David. I’m quite taken with the Mr Big image, though Mrs LP has been less than supportive of becoming a Moll. Keep stealing those years, dear chap.
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Quite stupendous, ole man
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Thank you young shaver!!
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🙂
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Love the garden pics!!! So beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks Juli!
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I so enjoy your garden, Geoff. Whenever someone asked my age when I turned 64, my reply was singing the Beatles song. I do wish they had made another song about turning 70 so I could sing once again.
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I just wish someone would combine being, ehem mature with say Happy by Pharrel Williams – we need to embrace the lunacy of the third age!!
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Haha!
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