At the weekend

On Saturday we went to a musical garden party. The band played under the gazebo in Tean's garden beside the Bristol Channel, glimpsed through the trees.

It was a very English summer affair, with finger food, drinks 

and the threat of light rain!

We all had a lovely time!

On Sunday I had a bit of a catch-up the garden. It feels very end of season now. Things have greened up after the rainfall but it all looks rather bedraggled.

There seemed to be a lot of wasps about and we discovered a huge wasp's nest in the attic. Its hanging in the most awkward place. The wasps are gorging on the fallen apples and we've hung jam traps in the trees in an effort to reduce their numbers.

I was delighted to find this flower on the pomegranate tree. It was a present last Christmas and a new plant for me, so I hadn't know what to expect. It is very pretty and I shall be even more delighted if it manages to turn into something that I can eat!

The rose that my 'little' cousin Ralph gave to celebrate our golden wedding is flowering its socks off

and the lupins grown from seed have revived considerably after the rain and are having a second flowering.

 

But when it gets too damp I retreat into the greenhouse, 

check out the basil and coriander
and munch on a few irresistible small tomatoes. 

Sally's ginger plant has thrown up a number of dramatic flower spikes. It reminds me why I first started blogging. My garden is full of flowers that have come from family and friends, first from my father and his older brother, my lovely Uncle Will, treasured and divided, with pieces then given on to friends. Now I have a garden of many memories, friends who have died while their plants still thrive. (Sally thrives as well as her ginger plant but sadly she's no longer our neighbour.)

I'm treasuring it all -

summer will soon be gone.