Our front garden is north facing and only lit diagonally at the beginning or the end of the day.
This morning I focussed on the two trellises supporting Mrs Thompson clematis and the honeysuckle; and the nasturtiums, antirrhinums, violas, and another clematis on the front of the garage door. Fuchsia Delta’s Sarah and the hypericum berries appear beyond the arch, The hydrangea and the rambling rose Félicité Perpétue need to be clipped often in order for drivers to see down the road when departing.
The honeysuckle is doing well this year, although this frontage has, for one reason or another, been rather neglected, save by the bees.
This afternoon I watched those parts of Wimbledon tennis matches that were permitted by the intermittent heavy rain.
This evening we dined on pork chops coated with mustard and brown sugar; fried onions; boiled new potatoes; firm carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; and tender runner beans, with which I finished the Malbec.