Warm sunshine one minute, thunderstorms the next. Still, we've been out in the fresh air a lot, so the garden's looking pretty good for once. We're having most of our meals out on the terrace, or if, as yesterday, we need the big table, we have all the door open. The warm days seem to encourage the cistus to flower, and both the pulverulens and purpureus are putting on superb displays. The roses are also getting into their stride: we have lots of reds and pinks in bloom, and the yellow climber has been doing quite well too. The ceanothus is going over after flowering really very well. I actually want it to finish flowering so I can prune it: it has turned into something of a thug, smothering everything in its path. Talking of thugs, we have practically filled the bin with brambles from the easily ignored bed at the side of the house, behind the conservatory, and we have't finished. Another candidate for slash and burn is the bed behind the bench at the top of the garden. It is host to a climbing hydrangea, but also to yet more brambles, a lot of willow seedlings and a rather exuberant pyracantha.
I posted our referendum votes on the way to the hobby on Tuesday, since we shall be in Another Place on polling day. I'm thoroughly sick of the media coverage and lies of the parties. None of the campaigning was ever going to shake me from my voting intention, so it's all a waste of breath and air time so far as I'm concerned. I know there are a lot of undecided voters, but it seems to me that the campaigning is more than likely to persuade them not to vote at all. Well, we'll know the result today fortnight.
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