Thank goodness it's Friday. I have soldiered on all week with a steady series of flare-ups of cystitis; eating wholesomely, drinking water and cranberry juice and herbal teas, taking those funny-flavoured alkalizing powders, taking cranberry caps and a probiotic and goldenseal drops (ugh, that's one nasty taste). I now have a doctor's appointment for next Thursday (earliest they could fit me in) so if I'm still in trouble by then I'm going to swallow my principles and beg for some antibiotics.
Kew is looking wonderful. I just wish I felt better able to go out and appreciate it. The weather has turned wet (AGAIN!!) so all the fall colours are rich and saturated in the wet. There are dainty lilac autumn crocuses everywhere, and tumbling clumps of the big double colchicum "Waterlily" to the side of the path where I walk through from the back of the office towards the Princess of Wales Conservatory. There are still real waterlilies in the Waterlily House (and it's still hot in there, too!). The Rock Garden has little secretive clumps of cyclamen, and crinkly pink nerines, blooming here and there among the boulders. It's beautiful, it really is. A feast of colour and texture and rich sweet musky smells. And huge, huge puddles.