The Fennel is slowly emerging from its winter hibernation, lending a slight smell of aniseed to the air, I shall let the seed heads linger long into the autumn for the last vestiges of the summer scents before we face the vagaries of Winter. But winter seems a long way away now with plump blackbirds hunting for worms on the lawn and Ollie dozing on a wooden bench near the front door. Now Summer is coming fast gamboling towards us in an out of control zig zag ready to confound and enchant with all the special qualities of a Cornish summer...............
The first little entrance courtyard around a very old bird bath
The strange flowers of the Trachycarpus Fortunei hidden in the depths of the foliage
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