This week, a bag of wet compost was spilled, small children revelled in it like piglets in mud, and muddy wellies were walked through the house. I now need to wash a carpet because I didn't attend to the yard.
I've rebuilt the micro-rockery I made to support a section of the main bed that was missing bricks; and replanted it with some new succulents.
I took some time to smell the flowers. The tomatoes are doing OK, I'm hoping we don't have a repeat of last year's blight. The redcurrant is in full fruit:
I wanted to use them to make raspberry and redcurrant jam, but I suspect that the kids will get to the ripe ones far faster than I ever will.
I wish we had a bigger garden to match my green fingered ambitions, but I know that I am lucky to have a garden at all. This was a barren patio and a forlorn bed covered in paving slabs when we moved in. It's now fragrant, green and sometimes edible for most of the year; frequently visited by bees and butterflies and other bugs. A job well done with what we have, all in all.