My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

A cheering thought by Roberto for December and its Christmas roses which winter's briefer days hide too soon in our gardens.

Here's Roberto's tribute to that floral beauty of winter ...

Compassion and December roses

About us both let's blow a bubble,
And in it, float away from trouble,
To where the dancing stars all play,
Along the silky, Milky Way,

For food we'll eat those rock cakes found,
Upon all near spheres cratered ground,
From long expired stars we'll squeeze,
The stardust dew and drink – then sneeze*.

And in our bubble as we go,
We'll talk of wonders we both know,
Like fingers, feets and eyes and noses,
Compassion, and December roses.

And what on Earth goes on below,
In Brexitland of May, 'stay' 'go',
We'll never see, we'll never know.
In our true world far away,

Where the stars dance - on the Milky Way.

- Robert Graham
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