Today, Friday, music day, I have the same song in two versions. There is a third version, which is the one I have been singing to my myself all day. To the extent that R has politely asked me to cut it out.
And at the end of the week I am also tired. So just some pictures of and from the garden. The raspberry harvest is massive, the freezer is packed, R is making jam and clafoutis.
The blackcurrants are already soaking in gin.
The onions are now drying in the wood shed
and that patch of wildflower is the square experiment, I insisted on leaving a section of the lawn go wild and with a little help from a seed packet, this is what happened. Apart from the poppy, there are eight other different flowering plants - so far.
The grapes ripen while we watch,
the lilies are just lilies
and the feijoa tree is somewhat camera shy, but it is simply loaded with blossoms and every morning buzzing with bumble bees, giving us hope of some fruit eventually.