When the garden furniture dries we may even get to sit out!
There is a regular visitor to the orchard,
nibbling at the roses on the fence, taking a look to see if its worth jumping over. Don't even think it, you beautiful creature, I know you'll create havoc if you get into my veg patch.
One of our neighbours is pursuing a burnt earth approach to his property, cutting and digging away at his hedges and shearing his land hard back. "What about the habitat for wild life?" I keep asking him. He waves his hand dismissively at the adjoining fields and woodland and tells me that there's plenty of that out there. So we are attempting to counteract his actions by doing less mowing on our own patch, just making a few pathways to and fro beneath the fruit trees.
June is usually a glorious time in the garden but this year the weather has given it a bit of a battering. Some of the roses cope far better than others with wet and wind.
Nothing upsets Charles de Mills - he's quite a thug.
Paul's Himalayan Musk is romping away on the border
and we are eating new potatoes and plentiful artichokes.
But the climbing French beans are doing NOTHING
and the peas are reaching skywards but with little flower on display. Sunshine is badly needed.
My white flowers, foxgloves, lupins and campanulas are all thriving.
Hope the weekend brings you just the weather you want.
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