Some strange night visitor (I’m pretty sure it’s nothing more mysterious than a cat) knocked over a few of the gladiolus spears. They refused to stand up straight this morning so I clipped them and plonked them in a vase – I felt like Dame Edna carrying them into the house, cradling them in my arms. They are amazingly long. Anyway, they were quite happy to be moved to a much nicer environment than lying face down in the ex-nettle patch.
Glads in a vase
Apart from glad-rescue, today was mostly about housework and general organisation. All very dull and not a bit like my usual Friday. Tomorrow I’m off to the Globe with the Weasels, so I’m sure I’ll have much more to say.
Here’s a photo of the sun behind the Avenue of Trees this evening. We took the poodles out for an early evening walk to the castle and back during which Carmen managed an FSI. Grrrrrrr.
A summer evening in Farnham Park
What happened to work at the UNI.?
Had a lovely time at club for Fathers day.
love mum