It rained over night and was still misting this morning, mizzling as they say in Lancashire - a cross between a mist and a drizzle.
Now there is a watery looking but fiendishly powerful sun. The plants will love this, but my lettuces will bolt. Lettuce anyone? Call and arrange to pick some up.
I even have one red tomato.
After the rain the honeysuckle is intoxicating. I was trying to prune a dead and unsightly bit, which I can see from my nest in the house and it bugs me. I need a taller ladder and someone to help me. I have learned to sense danger more readily as I have grown older.
For lunch I refreshed some tired Asparagus soup with chives and parsley cut fresh. The roses are demanding my attention, I must answer their siren call.
Ralph described my garden as chaos this morning. It is that. But it is charming chaos!
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