It rained and the pond overflowed, the small bridges were shoved up in the air and grass flattened.
The crambe lies on then lawn
as does much of the cut-leaved elder, some of the buddleia. The lovage is at an awkward angle but worst of all the twelve foot grey poplar is on its side. Rain and wind coupled with sodden ground and shallow rooting have done it.
I have been out with stakes and ties to hold it upright and then placed heavy stones around the base to stabilise the roots.
Everywhere is full of the sound of rushing water but, fortunately, the house is well above the stream.
It must be summer - midsummer? "With a hey and a hey and a hey nonny-no, the rain it raineth every day!" (Sort of Bill S).
To the more mundane I almost feel sorry for the bedraggled rabbits and squirrels - almost.
We ate both broccoli and curly kale from the garden with our meal last night - freshly picked food tastes so much better and I had to remove only one caterpillar - small white butterfly, I think.
The two compost heaps
by the house are overflowing and it is time to move the contents. In the picture you can see a big builders sack - this is the leafmould container slowly doing its job.
We have had a lot of fledging going on - chaffinches, goldfinches and greenfinches, blue tits, great tits and coal tits, house sparrows and tree sparrows, in the undergrowth skulking robins.
In the wood leaves and twigs are everywhere - it always amazes me how much dead wood an ash tree can carry.
We are gearing up for the grandchildren - pools to fall in, paths in the wood to explore, nettles to sting - you know.
Actually they will probably sit on the floor of their bedroom in a sea of lego oblivious tothe wonders in the garden - but happy.
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