We've had a couple of days listening to the distant roll of thunder and watching occasional flashes of lightening to see if the storm is moving closer. We take refuge in the greenhouse when the sky darkens and drops of rain start to fall. It's crowded in the greenhouse with tomatoes, figs and assorted flowering plants, there is just enough room to cram in an old pub table and a couple of chairs.
The oleanders have grown from tiny cuttings, I have four different colours. It is a lovely plant and very easy to grow, but every bit of it is poisonous so I should really consider throwing them away.
The air feels oppressive, the low light level rather threatening.
The edge of the pond has still to recover from Sparky's enthusiastic investigations!
The soil in my garden is very light and sandy and does not retain moisture, there is little sign of the downpour we had just a few days ago, apart, that is, from a great growth spurt from the weeds! The potato patch would certainly appreciate some more rain.