As I sit here typing this at a quarter to five in the afternoon, it is raining hard outside. I don't suppose it will rain for more than a few minutes but I do know that the humid, damp air and the quick shower will do my plants more good than a can of tap water between a dozen of them.
This morning I was fascinated sitting here and looking out of the window. On the ledge of the wall in front of my boundary hedge I have some gro bags holding courgette plants. Behind them is a mulch of bark under the hedge. As I watched, a very fat pigeon arrived and systematically went in and out of the hedging plants turning the bark over and eventually coming out with a suitable nesting stick in his/her beak (two sticks across and a little bit of moss as my father used to say of pigeon's nests). This mean the each pair is about to have a second brood - no wonder there are pigeons everywhere. But they were fascinating to watch.
Lunch out as usual and then a gentle walk with Tess on my return. She is not at all well and we shall be going to the vets in the morning. Oh dear.