Darling father has been working in the garden. He has got rid of all the pinks. I was a bit sad about that, as I thought they were doing really well and they were very colourful, but he has binned the lot. We shall get some more in the autumn, however, as they flowered right through autumn, survived the cold winter and have flowered through until now.
Instead we have pink alyssum, lobelia and marigolds. Darling father doesn't do colour co-ordination but he does do a good job of looking after plants. The little fuschia that we bought a while back is flourishing. It had blossoms and buds when we bought it which duly bloomed. Then there were seeds. Now there are more blossoms coming. All the roses are doing well and the budlia is really taking off.
The only thing about this weather, though I have dried load after load of washing, is that I am on watering can duty twice a day. I don't mind it so much. The garden isn't really large and it is lovely and soothing watering the garden late at night.
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