I’m wondering whether the hay fever season will ever end. (And did I remember to take an anti-histamine this morning? Did I hell.) A spot of sea air helped a little today: on a whim, we motored down to Eastbourne, and enjoyed balmy temperatures and long views in the clear air. Mr Ramsden’s fish and chips were as good as ever, but I had to comment that the ‘regular’ portion of haddock was probably a good option for a pensioner’s lunch. Fish finger, mair like. But no bad thing, really.
Our new penstemons are quite rewarding, with a nice range of colours. Most have more pronounced white throats than our old stock, and the colours include a vibrant scarlet and a strong cerise. Cuttings in due course. The first flush of rudbeckias is going over, so I’ll need to get out and do some dead-heading to encourage more flowers. The runner beans are cropping like mad, and our recent sowings of French beans are coming into flower. The bloody grass is still growing, of course, but at least we have less of it to deal with than heretofore.
As for current political events, I must of course keep my own counsel. Feel free to read my mind.
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