Hot

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And humid

Watering the yard

The moisture level outside is about 85%, I’ve got the fan on and the windows closed to keep the heat out. All my hanging baskets had wilted this afternoon despite heavy rain a couple of days ago. Sorry to go on about my garden but I enjoy showing it off. It does need work though. X

We don’t have droughts like other countries but we do sometimes have heathland fires occasionally. We are more prone to flooding. Apparently we have tornadoes but I’ve never seen one and they’re only small scale here.

Weather, what the British talk about. X

My secret garden (mirrored)

By duplicating and flipping one side of the couple of photos I ended up with an interesting structure (in reality next doors small extension bathroom). The hanging baskets and pots pop with green and bright flowers. As they grow and bloom I will post more pictures (and include more if the rain stops!). Summer is here so they should take up more space. Gardening and rain, a typical British summer.

Geraniums

Perennial Geraniums (not to be confused with Pelargoniums) regrow every year after dying back in the autumn and winter. They are also known as cranesbill I think because they sometimes have a prominent pointed central part to the flower (can’t remember what that bit is). If you want ground cover this is a great plant.

We bought two plants ten years ago from the Dorothy Clive Garden and now they are all over the garden. You can cut them back after they have flowered and they might have a second flush of flowers. The bees love them.

We have them planted under the trees in the shady part of our garden. If you look them up on the Internet you can find many different varieties.

Hanging basket madness

We bought home a boot full of hanging baskets today. We went a bit mad and ordered a few too many. With these and the ones on the back seat we had eight in the car. We have got to go back and collect two more. I hang them two at a time, one under another so that when I water the top one the bottom gets watered too.

We order them in April dand then wait for them to grow for a couple of months. They are usually ready for collection in the second week of June. It is mad, but I love them. They finish off the garden. Now I’ve got to hang them!

Oh Rose

When I see your blushing pink I can see why Shakespeare was so effusive about you.

Pink and packed with petals, this rose shone out in the twilight. The dark green contrasting with the fresh colour of the flower.

I wish I had the skill to weave a story about you, perhaps your antecedents were worn by Cinderella at the ball, or the scent of you enchanted Snow White.

I think I heard roses came from Ancient Persia. Wherever they originated, they are lovely. I saw these outside the Portmeirion factory in Stoke, they brightened my evening.

Sunlight grass and flowers

A warm evening, so we walked along past this grassy area. Unfortunately I’d forgotten I have hay-fever, (it’s just the start of the season) so I walked round with my eyes itching!

I think the flowers are buttercups and dasies, Is there is a song with those words in it? Good to see the flowers though. The bees were buzzing around and enjoying them.

We walked about three miles, we saw a few people and actually chatted at a distance, but it was good to get out.