After a freezing and miserable spring, summer has decided to be amazing, sunny, warm, dry and the best thing since I don’t know what.
Consequently I’ve had a lot more brainspace, like, enough to decant and label all the gin.
And to make some more gin.
Every opportunty is taken to do daily tasks outdoors.
Last year’s apple tree got blossoms and three actual fruits, which we took off to help it grow a bit more before it’s expected to produce.
Most of what was in what is being called the lumpy garden has survived.
The upright dwarf acer Steve gave is us absolutely thriving.
The path remains dry, flat and so damn easy to walk on!
We’ve discovered a love of tulips.
And Anna did a massive makeover of part of the raised bed.
We planted a bunch of random stuff, just to make it pretty and to get some potted stuff in the ground.
And it’s come on in leaps and bounds. The strawberries are going nuts. I am sure the birds and slugs will get them, but they’re pretty to look at.
And the smelly sherbet-orange rose is still as healthy as ever. And as pungent.