The end of the season. This does not involve men in nylon shirts in garish colours. It means these beauties will not be making an appearance until next year. It was good while it lasted.
And then like an uber fickle darling we move on. Click of the fingers, ‘what’s next’.
A day at the plot on a battleship grey day. As the tulips fade the bluebells are still going strong. Euphorbia is gracing us with its acidity. Blossom, always the crowd pleaser, no?
Rhubarb is pleasing this stomache via breakfast pancakes. Topped with fruit, syrup and pumpkin seeds. Well, it was worked off. Dealing with the exciting if somewhat unglamorous job of moving one compost bin into another.
And the flying pigs? Stop you from poking your eye out with a bamboo stick.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend.