Allotment shoes. The mud build up is reaching epic proportions on all footwear. A good few hours chopping down a diseased plum tree. The plot resembles something managed by the Forestry Commission. My skills know no bounds. I know I will need a pruning saw, a bow saw and a pair of secateurs. And know when to use each one. There was a great desire to shout ‘timber’ but nobody was around so it just seemed a little poinless.
The excitement of a camellia in bud, for the first time.
Bessie Smith blues.
And blue eryngium. It’s a good blue. It’s a good day.