|The Rector rambles up our old hay-barn wall.|
He may only manage one flush of flowers
but he certainly pulls all the stops out to do it.
|Red currants doing well despite losing many leaves to the rapacious|
gooseberry saw-fly larvae.
|Liz's rose garden with the row of Lady's Mantle doing well.|
The roses are just getting there.
|Our shiny motorway sculpture is now the go-to|
poster-boy of dances and other adverts
|The turkey poults go free range and, as usual, the Guinea Fowl|
lads adopt them and volunteer to mind them.
|The Hubbards at 10 days old get to feel the grass under foot|
and the sun on their backs.
|It seemed a good choice for a hot, thirsty,|
pig-keeping gardener who had been mowing
for a good few hours in the hot sun.
|Stumpy's turn to go broody. Probably nice to take the |
weight off that poorly foot.
|Good progress by the stone mason on the curved wall about|
which more soon.