Why the weather has been typically English this last few days; warm and wet. However one must delight in the fact that this brings forth such joyous rewards. The kitchen garden is gloriously abundant with all manner of vegetable for our delectation and the flowers about the estate are quite, quite stunning. Roses abound with their delectable scents - my lady guardian firmly believes that no rose shall have space in the garden unless scented -, honeysuckle, glorious shades of pink, acid green, white and blush red hydrangeas, echinops in the smokiest of blue / green, mock orange, geranium and so much more. Simple arrangements in pretty jugs are arranged about the house, so quintessentially English country, my dears.
The freshest of produce is bought from the kitchen garden, with such delight taken in the pleasure of home grown food, why last evening a most delightfully aromatic ratatouille was partaken by my guardians (not to my brother nor my taste it must be said, fortunate however that ones palette is so much more advanced to allow one pleasure in seeing my guardians enjoy such a simple meal).
Whilst my lady guardian maintains the household , our male guardian is painstakingly making his way through the house painting the windows a clean shade of white. The contrast between white frames and the lush garden planting beyond is most becoming; a naturally composed Constable.
Much thought is being undertaken around the fruit produce which, assesing the trees, is going to be abundant this year. My guardians are considering how best to cope with such a glut and many a discussion as to the best option is being considered, with juicing high on the agenda where possible. Time and investigation will tell.
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