|Looking down from the pink climbing rose and onto the purple clematis and the euphorbia|
growing next to the front step
|Ah ha,... the cat is on the prowl again as he patrols the garden that he thinks, is his.|
|A shaft of moonlight highlights the flowers|
|And there is just enough light to see what has been busy growing|
since your last visit here
|And what do we have here!?|
Tucked in within the forest of chives and heather, is a tiny fairy house!
I wonder if there are real fairies fast asleep inside?
|The Moonlight and the Fairy House|
|Here they are in close up|
|the clematis is climbing up the sturdy canes of the ancient climbing rose|
|the cat comes back into view|
|the dill, the chives and the heather, next to the white|
Queen Anne's lace
|The night wears on, |
and the garden is ready for bed, even if I am not.
| but that is all I can show you for now, and you must wait until morning.|
The cat has done his prowling for the evening and is satisfied that all is well.
But now that darn cat, is at the front door again!
which translated means:
"I want to come back in!"