I saw this phlox last summer at Water Lane. I have grown a few from seed and kept them in pots in the greenhouse where they have gone leggy but still pretty.
Tim was home briefly and now out at with the Morris. I felt unsociable so stayed home. Tim went to Uncle Dave's funeral. He was the carpenter who built our house extension over 20 years. I always remember him saying that there would be no laughing joints in his woodwork. What a wonderful man. Goodbye Uncle Dave.
Phlox Creme Brulee
Pen and Watercolour
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