Another glorious day. Squirrel Nutkin has just arrived and is chowing down on his/her 3 breakfast hazelnuts as I type.
The unkillable climbing rose ‘Golden shower’ (stop sniggering, you at the back!) has burst into leaf seemingly over night. It has only survived this long because it’s growing in a place I can’t reach. I pruned to death the other two roses years ago.
I’m now trying to ignore the state of the lawn. I was actually pretty good at mowing – I’d do lines and everything! Now it just gets an occasional trim when DH feels so inclined.