This is the time of the year when things start to let us down. Hanging baskets and containers aren’t as good as they were in July and yet it’s only August. All the annuals should still be looking good, but they aren’t.
When I was little my wonderful grandma would take me blackberrying. She had punnets for the berries and a walking stick to grab the wild fruits right at the top of the bushes. We spent hours doing it.
We have been plagued with duckweed on the pond’s surface again this year. This tiny green floating plant is a real nuisance and if not treated completely covers the surface so it’s impossible to see the fish.
Thought for the day was the importance of openness and humility for good leadership, observing testaments of respect paid to politicians with integrity, who had died.
I was on the bus going to QA hospital and overheard a woman telling her friend there were no bees in her garden. Not true. Our garden and my allotments have never been so full of bees.
