Monday morning. Up bright and early after a reasonable night's sleep. Feeling my usual self although hot weather is not kind to arthritis so walking is quite difficult. Once my cleaning lady had arrived and I had watered my pots on the back patio Tess and I had a stroll round our usual morning round - slow but steady. Now plenty of time to put on a blog before eating up all yesterday's left-overs for my lunch.
I must say I thought the news about the cricket was absolutely tremendous. To win on the last ball like that with a 'run out' was just so very exciting and so well-deserved. I was delighted for the whole team. And seeing the last few shots of the 5 set tennis mens' final (the longest in tennis final history I believe) was equally thrilling. The grace and sheer good humour was so pleasing to see.
We desperately need rain in the garden and most of the plants are looking decidedly thirsty. The night before last my son tells me he watered all of their garden quite late in the evening and he said that when he looked out just as it began to get dark, all the plants were standing up tall and straight as if in thanks. Many of the rock plants in the side of the garden I have planted are now finished flowering and need trimming back but I just dare not venture up to the top of the garden so it will have to wait a while until my gardener has the time. The other side - unplanted - is now waiting for the Mare's Tail weed to be twenty centimetres before he sprays it with special weed killer for the third time. After that we have decided to plant it with shrubs come what may and let it take its chance. In the meantime lovely tall deep pink poppies have colonised it it - and they are thriving.