the garden is bliss

Fools hurry, the clever wait, the wise enter through the garden gate.

Rabindranath Tagore

We have reached that stage of sloth which - combined with the heat and humidity - completely cancels any desire to enter any garden-of-the-year competition. At this stage the veg simply grow by themselves anywhere, all we need to do is actually find them in the wilderness and harvest. I no longer notice the weeds (what weeds?) that push up through the patio stones and our surprise find of several envelopes of ancient collected pumpkin seeds in March, which we dutifully sowed and planted,  has resulted in pumpkin basically growing everywhere.
So take your pick, this is our wilderness.

one of the vines

the onions drying with my bicycle

petunias on the way to the laundry room

this is the corner for the bees

agapanthus

runner beans

borage

brassica

buddleia and tansy

day lily battles with pumpkin

imagine their smell

hidden pumpkin

petal confetti

first tomatoes in the greenhouse

sweet woodbine