Another job with ditches and scything and planting and removing and cutting back and so on and so on.
I have just extracted two large damson suckers from the bed by the shed to take down to Herefordshire for my daughter and son-in-law.
The damsons seem to be spreading everywhere.
Today the light up in the wood has been beautiful - real F. Clucas stuff. She called the painting she did for my Christmas Present from R - The Enchanted Wood - spot on.
As I came down from the upper garden I noticed this rather grey looking wild angelica. Then I realised it had a very bad dose of mildew. It is not too prone to this fungal infection - not like the meadow sweet.
The gooseberries seem to have avoided it this year - probably because the weather has been dry.
They are really very disappointing as we usually have a house full of their scent and colour.
Next year I will have to plan better and deal with the pests.
We had a morning of light rain and the alchemilla leaves were stunning.
The birds seem to use the feeders by the rosa rubifolia a lot and I think that is because it gives them cover and somewhere to queue up.
The ground feeders - pheasant, pigeon and chaffinch - also like the placement.
Now, I could go not further without a pond pic so here you are -
The green thing on the banking, what is it? No, nothing exotic, actually it is a dock - a weed.
To finish a burst of colour for you to give this blog a little something extra.
A little something extra is just what I could manage at this instant.
Sad - but the diet goes on - but I am chuffed as I am now 19 pounds down since January.
You would think that would take such a load off my shot at knees but it does not.
Life is a limp until I can steel myself to the alien crutch and have the right one replaced.
However, after having the left one done, a smidgeon of reluctance hangs around . .