The other day we had tea in the garden lovingly tended by Rosemary and Alex Waterhouse-Hayward, and I took pictures.
This is presumption verging on hubris, because Alex and Rosemary have combined an obvious natural gift for the thing with fifteen years of hard work; the garden is exquisite. And since Alex is my personal favorite photographer, my snapping at his work may well cross two separate lines. But I got a couple I like looking at and maybe you will too.
The tea was iced tea in the southern-hemisphere style, loaded with lemon and other flavors, accompanied by pastries with a Portuguese-sounding name that now escapes me. All excellent, but the company and flowers are the thing.