We have sunshine and unaccustomed heat. It's high summer and I love it. Rugs and blankets have been washed and put out to dry, we are gorging on soft fruit, eating outside under the shade of the walnut tree. Everything is romping in the garden (or has romped and is being cut back for a second flowering.) Today I walked around the house in the cool of early morning with my camera.
There's plenty of promise in the vegetable garden.
We've been in Yorkshire for a few days, only our second visit this year. I feared that the small front garden might have been choked by weeds and put a few pots of plants from home in the car to fill any barren patches. I needn't have worried, there wasn't a patch of bare earth to be seen, and the path to the front door seemed to have disappeared!
It's here somewhere.
Ah, eventually found under a great deal of vegetation!
The Rosa Mundi has obviously loved all the rainfall.
Sticks were cut and used to prop up plants and restore some order to the everlasting sweet pea. It's such a pretty, delicate-looking plant, but it gets everywhere.
But not everything was thriving. The snowball viburnum is in a very sorry state. It needs spraying with either insecticide or fungal treatment, possibly both.
The leaves are badly distorted with some sort of blight.
But for now I'll forget the problems and concentrate
Today our friends Angela and Alban opened their garden for charity. If you have seen the 'Shed of the Year' programmes on television then Alban may be familiar to you. His 'sheds' are fabulous and the BBC have quite rightly presented him with a lifetime achievement award.
There is a special building in the garden for each of their grandchildren and lots more besides. Charlotte's post office proved very popular with all the visiting children.
And although I'm rather out of scale
I had a lovely time as well!
It's all the little details that delight.
The sun shone
lots of people came
we met up with friends
ate cream teas
listened to music
explored the lovely structures
a shepherd's hut
the tool shed
with an Alban cut-out!
Here is his workshop where all the magic takes shape.
I live with Himself (husband) in a former gamekeeper's cottage in the South-West of England.
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Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
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