What a scorcher today has been. I chose to garden on the hill today, which was a good mix of heat and dappled shade when needed. Lots of couch grass to get out, again, and two large garden rubbish bags later the area looks much better. Borage has self seeded all over the place and I have had to be tough and pull quite a bit out for fear of having other, more cherished and carefully placed, plants overwhelmed. You can almost hear that growing it's coming on so quickly. And talking of hearing things, the back drop to my day has been the sound of beach activity, power boat motors, buzzy flying things and glorious birdsong, all topped off by the aroma of freshly cut grass and barbecues from neighbouring plots. As I left to return to the house for dinner I looked back to see the large flower bed glistening in the early evening sunshine, still warm, still covered in flying insects and the haze of pink, mauve and blue from the aquilegias and iris was just wonderful. If only we'd opened the garden today!
A postscript: David and I have just made our slug beer traps - thank you for that tip Ian - we had to use Stella, that was the only beer we had but hopefully no more of the beans will succumb, the little pests will have a pleasant end, and David's beer sacrifice will be worth it.
If only we'd got chickens!!!!!
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