This is the full moon, a good time for planting root crops, perennials, bulbs and transplanting. And do I believe in this - I am not sure but the hint of Astrology does make me uncomfortable. As a man of science, somewhat, it does smack a bit of hocus locus.
To move on - the roses are coming again in all their glory - here is a heady Emma Hamilton.

and two others.
The door is open and R is working in her shed down by the pond.
She is not the only thing down there - the grey heron is back and looking for a bite to eat (or rather a swallow).

I have mown a rough track down the banking to give some idea of the route the steps might take from the house. Since I began keeping the grass there a little more under control the main weed is the ribwort plantain.

The rain is stopped and we have one sunny warm day so I weed, avoid the wasps picking plums and collect first windfall apples. R murders the buddleia outside the kitchen window - well amputates its limbs - but it will survive. (I hope.)
And after the rain the bird feeders are full of gooey peanuts - so a scrape out, was, dry and restock.
And then there are microbeads of plastic - in fact there seems to be plastic in everything and everything is in plastic - is this the cause of "modern diseases" like dementia, cancers etc?
Out with the small mower - grass still to sodden to use sit on mower. I had to remove many stones from the grass so the blades would not get ruined. R dead heading.
C coming to stay - hooray!
I pray for a few dry days to get the garden back on track.
