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|
|buddleia and tansy|
|day lily battles with pumpkin|
|imagine their smell|
|first tomatoes in the greenhouse|