M is for
Mister Punch!
A newly mown path through the long grass leads the eye to the paddock beyond.
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Enticing prospect, but instead I take the shingle path snaking down through the big herbaceous bank to the lawn.
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Ceanothus and tree-lupin to my right…
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… and iris to the left.
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Continue down past mass-planted euphorbia…
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… pausing only to glance back up to the house.
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Approach the shade of the viburnum where under-planted lily-of-the-valley scent the air.
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Turn back and admire the black elder…
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… before continuing under the newly-flowering laburnum and out into the open.
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A cardoon next to the drive has exploded into magnificent growth!
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Surprise surprise. Look who’s under it waiting for me!
And how did he know which route I’d take?