There's nothing like a rain-washed garden...
Except when it's rained non-stop for weeks. A watery sun just out for long enough to take a few snaps. Meanwhile friends in Ohio are having a drought. No chance of that here. Everything's getting and taller and stragglier and more out of hand but at least I don't have to water.
Never mind that, having built a Fort Knox around the blueberry bushes to keep the deer, turkeys, woodchucks and other birds out, the berries nevertheless disappeared. Those blinking chipmunks again. That's how they repay me for all the peanuts I've dished out. Fortunately they don't eat flowers.
So, though, are the mosquitoes, which are just loving this weather.
You can't even step outside before you hear the ominous whining - and they always get you on the one minuscule part of you you forgot to spray.
We've got quite a tally of Japanese beetles so far, but, says my neighbour, it could just be attracting more of 'em.