The weather is never right for us gardeners. It doesn't seem all that long since we were complaining we needed a bit of sun. Now we are complaining that we desperately need rain and we are watering newly planted plants like mad. I have fairly recently planted up a new square in the front of my bungalow with a collection of evergreens and one or two plants of Carex grass. In the Autumn I intend to add a lot of spring bulbs - not an original idea, there is another small plot Tess and I pass on our morning walks that fits this pattern and I admire it greatly. But newly-planted evergreens need well watering until they are firmly established, so my gardener has fitted me a hosepipe on the outside tap so that I can gently give each plant a drink without carrying cans of water. We had a tiny shower this evening - at least it made the leaves receptive to taking in water,
My gardener usually comes once a week to mow my largish front lawn but for some reason he has missed a week. So now I have a lovely lawn of Birds'Foot Trefoil - I shall be quite sad to see it go.
I have enough weed killer specialised for Mares Tail weed left for one more application. My gardener is going to do that on the first still day (we live in a windy area) and then after that we are going to plant the area with shrubs and just keep hoeing the mares tail as it comes through. Enough is enough. All gardeners have their cross to bear and mares tail is mine. I have just walked round the garden and the midgies are biting!