Summer is definitely here, and we spend most of the day trying to find shade in the garden, only going for a walk once the intense midday scorchio has died down and it comes up humid and all thundery-expectant. 2 nice pics of the front garden here, which currently features the hot orange of Californian poppy (eschscholzia ... as far as we know the only word with schsch in it!) and the towering bursts of Nectaroscordum. They are called "Rapunzel castles" around here because as the flowers get pollinated and set seed the individual heads sheath up and stand up like magical fairy tale castle turrets. It says 'ere.
The walk was out around the back way to the allotments and back through same. It's very very dry up there and could definitely use the thunder-rain. Embarrassingly, when it's so dry, the only thing that performs really well is the very very deep rooted marestail weed that grows in from the nearby railway bank like some kind of dinosaur-forest plant. A true survivor, it stays green and crisp when everything else parches and dies back.
Dad is on weekend cover so he's been in to work today and has picked up the series of texts and conference calls that go with it. A little bit more of same tomorrow and then a final call at 07:30 Monday, after which he can hand the "operation" back to its rightful owners. Interestingly he has also been contacted by a local film maker who wants to pick his brains on the subject of Thames Sailing Barges. taht won't take long then, will it Dad? Oy!
Deefski
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