What a strange and frustrating season we’re having: an almost constant stream of grey cloud and gloom punctuated by occasional sunny spells and a cool north-westerly breeze taking the edge off any real warmth. The hillside opposite is burnt up as though we’ve had weeks of hot sunshine and drought and the garden is dry, dry, dry. It’s raining now, though – good, strong downpours of warm rain in heavy showers and I can almost smell everything growing. In a break between showers, I couldn’t resist a quick walk with the camera, enjoying the blackbirds’ songs and sweet scents of summer (albeit a very British one 🙂 ).
‘Latino’ courgette: nutty and crunchy, delicious raw and cooked.
The squashes are starting to march across the garden . . .
. . . and are forming little fruits.
We are eating colourful salads every day.
Sarah’s Egyptian walking onions are getting very interesting!
The ‘Greyhound’ summer cabbage have survived the pigeons’ onslaught.
We are picking ‘Early Onward’ and ‘Douce Provence’ peas daily now.
Picking blackcurrants is another daily job – although the blackbirds are helping with that one.
Plenty of these little beauties, too .
Our new bees (see Bee Happy page) are flying well between the showers.
Wild flower patch.
Tough love: a savage pruning has done wonders for the neglected roses.
Can’t believe my luck but the morning glory is . . . glorious.
My crazy kitchen garden.