His mother took another nap, earlier than usual, and though her growing tendency to sleep worried him, today his gratitude at having a few hours of peace outweighed his concern. Determined to enjoy some time away from the paperwork, he set off around the perimeter of the estate.
Pity almost everything died back this time of year. The dogwoods, though, every garden needed those. The deep red, bright green and yellow-tipped orange sticks of various varieties, now devoid of leaves, provided excellent autumn and winter colour. As he walked on, he came across more pruned plants. He remembered the shrubs and glanced back in case he overlooked some. Had the flowering one always been there? The rich pink buds opened out to blush white flowers. Rather lovely. He should ask Ethan the nameof the plant.