Garden time
Trust September to be the best weather month of the year. It almost always is in this country. The summers can be cold, wet and miserable, but come September it just settles, with comfortably warm temperatures and lots of sun. As a result I seem to be spending all of my afternoons in the garden.
I sit there and read, and yesterday I started a new book, with the ugliest cover ever.
Buddy comes out too, and he just chills out like a dog, staying put.
Not much is flowering in our garden anymore, but these verbena bonarienses are still going strong. Once we feel more flush with money I’d like to change up the planting and have more of an all year garden Piet Oudolf style.
The suns retreats behind the houses earlier and earlier but I don’t mind.
Oomoo sat outside doing his homework when he got back from school.
And Mr Famapa conked out for an afternoon nap.
So many helicopters have been flying over since lockdown; I wonder if it’s the super rich commuting between their country piles and their offices in the City?
Looking ahead on the weather forecast it looks like I’ve jinxed it - it says it’ll rain everyday from Tuesday onwards. I better make the most of it until then. If you need me you know where to find me :0)
