Dad's legacy

When my father died I bought some roses to dedicate to him. Here they are, in bud and full bloom. I love them.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

This is part of the herb patch, the buxus is growing into a low hedge and the fennel is streaking upwards at a rate of knots. I've purposely let the chives flower as they look so pretty and a stray sea holly has planted itself at the front. Nature is a much better gardener than I am, for sure.

High art or stupidness?

Yep, sadly the latter.

I had the wrong setting on my phone when I took these photos of alliums, lilies, roses and California poppies, tightly closed in preparation for the night. Freaky, huh?

Poppy stays up late.

 Whilst all the other chicks had gone to bed - or to their perch to be precise - Poppy decided to have a last race around the garden.

Welcome to summer.

Today I've had the woodburner going and the washing lasted fifty minutes on the line before rain stopped play. Britain! This is the second wash out summer......, there has to be some good weather on the way. It's just a shame that it will be during the week when we are all stuck indoors. Ah well, the garden is looking lush for the rain and the weather beaten roses have made a pretty display in small shot glasses along the window sill.