Welcome to the Irish Riviera (West Cork) and look what's is happening in the garden and plant pots.
A special day for us yesterday. It was my dad's death anniversary (six years) and this little Daffodil decided to open up its flower. Was it a sign from above? Dunno but it upset me very much. We had a drink of Scotch whisky last night and toasted: "Granddad". It's Grandmas birthday next week and her anniversary the week after. Isn't it a great time of year?
Lily's growing in pots. Their parents once were lovingly tended by my grandmother. I hope Jack Frost doesn't decide to paint them. They don't like frost.
A Daisy still flowering. Yes the grass needs cutting and I have so much weeding to do. It's just been so wet. Even when it's not raining it's wet. That sounds daft but it's so true!
Bergenias or Elephants ears in flower. The great English plants woman Gertrude Jekyll loved them and used them in formal edging. Americans call them "pig squeak", If you rub their leave they let out a shriek that sounds like a pig.
We watched "Rock Of Ages" last night. Tom Cruise reminded me of Axl Rose. The plot isn't great but the songs are excellent and the hedonism is what you would expect from a Rock N Roll film. I have said before the songs from thirty or forty years ago are better than a lot of today's music.
Any way thanks for reading and I hope you all have a great 2019. I have so many plans for next year. One is going to a rock festival in Blighty. Never thought I would still "Rock n Roll" in my fifties. Anyway here's a song with appropriate lyrics: "Don't Stop Believing!"