For the last few years I have allowed the tall pink semi wild poppies to self-sow themselves in my garden where the Mares Tail weed grows. I love them. My gardener D hates them and every year I have to tell him he must not pull them up once they begin to emerge from the ground in about May. Over the Winter and the Spring this year over 200 bulbs have been planted into that bit of the garden and they looked splendid. Then we decided to plant it up, accept that we are never going to completely eradicate the Mares Tail and relax about it. To that end we have now put in about fifteen new plants and there are at least as many again which can be salvaged from the rest of the garden where plants, after three years, now begin to want digging up, splitting up and replanting.
So looking at my garden today I see that the newly planted side, now that we have had a good rain, begins to look something like. I also have to admit (yes D I own up) than on the side where the poppy plants are now going to seed (I am speaking here of about maybe sixty poppy seed heads) they really must be pulled up before the fateful day when they begin to drop their seed - (otherwise next poppy-flowering time you will not be able to see the wood for the trees). So my first job in the morning is to ring my gardener and ask him to do just that - and boy, will he be delighted to do so (,even do it without being paid).
A totally dry day - Priscilla and I had our walk round this morning, dropping off a cheque at L's who does bits of local shopping for me.
A couple of very heavy rain storms, each lasting about an hour, means that everywhere looks so much healthier - and it is a joy to behold.