We harvested the last of the sweet peas and when R spread out the compost, he found a mango growing in it. It is now potted and on the patio.
Last night we drove up into the hills to watch the stars but a cloud blanket was moving in just then. So we looked at the lights of the city reflected in the river and when we drove down again the moon was a huge orange slice in the sky to the east.
After breakfast this morning R and S exchanged gardening news over skype and then he said, we will phone you again on the big day, love and we all held our breath for a second.
When R was making coffee he was whistling along to Neil Young.
I discovered that the online rain radar is quite accurate and useful to check before hanging up the laundry to dry in the sunny garden.
In the afternoon I sat in my deck chair and watched the figs ripen. And then my guts started to react to the kilo of apricots I have been eating in the last 24 hours.
So when R set out his pizza plans - zucchini, tomatoes, peppers, mushrooms, sweet corn, anchovies, two cheese... I suggested a more minimalistic approach.