The roses are regrouping for the next flush, but will take their time because of my radical dead-heading. The beans are cropping about as fast as we can eat them: dwarf French and runners are doing well. We still have half a dozen more bags of spuds to turn out, and are enjoying our little nod at self-sufficiency, particularly since the veg taste so good when they’re freshly cropped. We’ve sown a dozen more bean seeds today, so hope for a modest autumn crop as well.
The penstemons are well into their stride, so need a lot of dead-heading. I re-homed three rooted cuttings this morning to a neighbour who has promised me a bit of her acanthus when she splits it in the spring. The weeds are also thriving, thanks to last week’s mid-30s heat and the torrential rains that followed. Today being rather milder, we set about some of the weeds in the front garden, and have shifted a couple of large garden buckets of dandelions, willowherb, forget-me-nots and much else.
Lots of blue lights outside yesterday evening: three paramedic vehicles and a fire engine turned up at a house just up the side road to our north. I went up to enquire whether there was anything we could usefully do, which a paramedic politely declined. As we were weeding this morning, the neighbour on whose house the blue lights had converged came down with his son to tell us that their wife bzw. mother had died during the evening. Gill was a good and friendly neighbour, and though her health had not been terrific in recent years, there was no hint that she was imminently on her way out. She was 63: carpe diem.
As for us, we’ve had a couple of dealings with the medics this week, but the heirs needn’t bother rubbing their hands yet awhile. We think...
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