I returned to find that what was blooming two weeks ago now looks rather sad; the blue haze of forget-me-nots is now a tatty mess, so I’ve been ruthless there. The long grass is swaying with ox-eye daisies and for a moment I couldn’t find the central path to mow along. The potatoes have grown tremendously and foxgloves have shot up everywhere. There are no pears at all on either tree: I reckon the magpies must have got in under the netting. Gooseberry sawflies have practically stripped one plant of its leaves but – happily – the gooseberries themselves are fine. Vegetable seedlings have not grown as fast as I’d expected and I must plant courgettes and beans, even though the temperature is still fairly cool.
There’s no end to it!
Old Shoe Box 