OK, let's not talk about the football.
Let's focus on the positive. Such as, there has been so much rain in the past couple of weeks that I might never need to water the garden again. You have to slosh around in your wellies, or, better still, swimsuit and snorkel. The mushrooms are gargantuan, to the delight of the slugs..
...and it might, just might, tempt them away from the flowers. Well one lives in hope.
The clematis Jackmanii on the garden shed is little short of magnificent.
And the more delicate and discreet pink one on the lamppost is actually deigning to flower.this year. My clever plant recognition app on which I am wasting many happy hours, tells me it's called "Buckley".
The coneflowers still look more-or-less pristine, unassailed as yet by Japanese beetles though I managed to catch a few of the brutes. So far they seem to prefer the wildflowers, aka weeds, that have sneaked into the flower bed, which leads to a dilemma. Do I keep the weeds in place as a decoy? If life were only that simple.
Of course there's always trouble around the corner.
But the best garden news of all is that we seem to have defeated the Gypsy Moth caterpillars. After the horrible infestation a few years ago, when all our oak trees were stripped bare, I was pessimistic but determined. I would go out every morning with hubby's giant fly swat and wallop them as they crawled their way up the trunk. I think we may have got them early enough. Pity the England penalty takers didn't use similar determination. (OK no talk about football).
Meanwhile on 4th July, with our joyous first post-Covid family gathering of 13 people and 1 dog, I dutifully provided a patriotic red-white-and blue trifle. The red stripes didn't quite work.
Then, I announced, before that, we're having the Brits' revenge in the shape of bangers and mash from the British shop in Buffalo. (What a salvation that was!)
Funny that no one complained.
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