October 21, 2011

Banshee-like whistling of steam in the radiators. Winter approaches.

Planted the moneywort I gathered from the Lucy Cavendish garden.

Noticed that lemon balm was taking over the garden, carried out on all-out assault. Planted the moneywort in part of the space thus cleared. Orange bachelor button in bloom, seeded from last year. The pink terrace roses bloom, and the golden angel’s trumpets, and the pink hollyhock-ish things that I keep forgetting the name of, that grow all over Rome.

Bought seed and suet and hung the winter feeders.

Wrote in the café until the coffee started making me sick.