Here is the side garden today.
Here it is at the end of May.
And here at the end of April.
And empty and cold at the end of March. Even the daffodils hadn't shown their faces.
And here are the other views at the end of a dry and sunny June.
This bank is the hottest and sunniest place in the garden with penstemons and pinks and sedums flourishing and various other things that I have tried rapidly frizzling away.
And here is the kitchen garden. We have lifted the garlic today and eaten most of the broad beans. I sowed what has proved to be ludicrous numbers of lettuces. There is a whole bed full of lettuce and we can't keep up despite compulsory lettuce every day.
Everything is looking a bit hot and bothered but we are promised rain tomorrow. I came away from my daughter's feeling I should stay longer and wandering around at home has made me aware all over again of quite what an amazing amount of work there is to do here.
Never mind, things will get done, or not, and the sky won't fall. The sweetpeas have started flowering and when I have finished work tomorrow I shall pick a huge jugful for our bedroom.