Hibiscus has its roots in the neighbour’s garden but happily flowers on our side. And quite possibly theirs as well. Hedge too thick to see through, which is all to the good.
Buddleia, unfortunately, all ours. A most unloveable bush.
Leggy, as buddleia tend to be. It does, in all fairness, produce lilac style clusters of flowers, but without the lovely scent. Not only that, but by the time the last pale petals on a cluster have appeared the first ones are already dead. As a bit of saving grace, it does attract butterflies, as its nickname, butterfly bush, suggests it will.
J is trimming it as well as he can with secateurs, but will really have to acquire a saw for the sturdy lower branches. And - cheerful note - the buddleia has not succeeded in choking out a honeysuckle occupying more or less the same territory, so with luck it may flourish, and it’s much more attractive.
Daylight savings time ends in the early hours of the morning. As usual an inexplicable week earlier in Europe than in Northern America. Not that everyone changes on either continent. Sunlight on the marble mountain an hour earlier, but sunset will now move from six pm to five - and noticeably earlier part way up the mountain side.
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