...raining at last. Ventured into the greenhouse yesterday to pot on a few plants that have got too big for their pots, but it is just too wet to them plant outside, and I haven't got all my borders ready anyway. There are so many weeds and snails and the grass is so long that Joe can't see the birds on the lawn, it's like a jungle.
But I am not cutting the grass this year, Darsh says "I'll do it for you darling" as dragging that heavy lawnmower hurts my shoulder...so it's all over to him....but I might just go and buy a lightweight mower if the neighbours start to complain. What with our scruffy garden, a scrap car, 2 campa-vans, 2 cars in use, a trailer full of rubbish, a double glazed door unit (pinched out of a neighbours skip), an old car bumper and a bag full of sprouting potatoes rotting on the drive, I think the neighbours have got good cause to complain...I do, frequently and he is so conveniently deaf....maybe due to spending hours a day with a phone stuck to his ear...
Why do they always make me jump? I was watching this bee, camera poised, ready for take off, but I couldn't catch it. That buzzing always makes me jump, every time. It's like when Joe growls at me, I know he won't bite me, even if he thinks he might, (and I probably need biting cos I'm teasing him) He growls..I jump. The bee buzzes...I jump. Every darn time, at least I don't run off and hide from buzzing insects, like my canine companion...hilarious...every time...makes up for him threatening to bite me - NOT.
This white foxglove is flowering in my wild patch, so I can't get any closer to it. I always leave a bit of garden untouched for the wildlife and this year it is full of foxgloves (and frogs) but this is the only white one, I try and catch the seed every year and scatter it in a different spot and every 2nd year up pops more PINK foxgloves. I would love to buy an apricot version, but I bet it would still turn pink...
...a stray poppy that planted itself in a bucket in my greenhouse, he obviously knew how wet this summer was going to be as he has flowered way in advance of his relatives dripping in the flower beds. He is also so much taller than the outdoors poppies, I am sure the wind would have snapped him straight off in the garden. I think he is beautiful standing tall and towering way over me as I sit in my greenhouse chair to admire him, drink my tea and laugh at the dog's antics as he flounders through the wet grass trying to catch the pigeons
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