My garden is battered, wet and lush. Luckily I put in plenty of stakes early on, but even so so extra support work is needed after yesterday’s wind. All the trees looked as though they were madly auditioning for a ‘because I’m worth it,’ hair tossing competition and this morning there are plenty of tattered green shreds on the ground.
For the photo competition
This afternoon my friend has her garden open in a village near Cheltenham – a whole group of them are open, which would be wonderful on a quintessentially warm June afternoon. Grey skies won’t pull the crowds.
This year has been terrible so far for the swifts, which arrived back in the UK pretty much on time – since when they have had very little good weather, and I have had very few opportunities to play swift song out of my office window to attract new nesters to the nesting boxes I had installed a while back. Shame.