The rain has stopped and I'm out in the garden picking, not just fruit and veg but also bugs off the asparagus and lily leaves. We are eating well - possibly a little too well, but fresh produce is hard to resist!
I had been bemoaning the absence of flowers on the peas but all of a sudden they have arrived, unfortunately along with a strong wind that has blown the tops of the plants over. I'll have to wait and see if it hampers the crop developing.
The flowers are pretty.
The patch of earth in the brassica bed, set aside for me to plant out the swede seedlings, has been taken over by poppies. I haven't the heart to pull them up. They've grown tall enough to get in the way of the washing on my line!
(Why is it that the wind hasn't knocked THEM over?!)
The deer scarer is in place.
CDs dangle from the gloves and spin round catching the light. (I can't complain about the performance of LandsEnd shirts, this one has been on the scarecrow for several years now and is still going strong. Although it could do with a wash.)
Everything is looking very lush.
Roses climbing up the wall of the former game store.
And good weather promised for the weekend.