It was still light enough yesterday evening to pop out at 10.00pm and do some watering I'd forgotten about. I love these long, sunny days. They lift everyone's spirits. We were lucky with the weather last week for our visit to the Yorkshire Show in Harrogate. Crikey, it's huge! We saw as much as we could pack in to a single day - approx 18,000 steps according to a FitBit - but still probably didn't scratch the service. It's a real mix of proper agricultural fair (sheep, pigs, tractors and combine harvesters) and upmarket shopping experience. (It is Harrogate, after all ...) If you've never been, then get your tickets for next year, but I'd definitely suggest you spend at least two days at the event. Wear flat shoes too - I shook my head in disbelief at some women tottering around in heels or high wedge sandals. Their feet must've been killing 'em by teatime. Take lots of water, sunscreen and a picnic if you're vegetarian or gluten free. If you like burgers and chips, followed by ice cream you'll be well provided for food-wise though.
At home the front garden is graced by a tall pink hollyhock.
The leaves have been affected by rust, so don't look quite so appealing, but it's worth it for the flowers.
These Scabious are pretty too, though not an attractive sounding name, is it? The flowers are described as pincushion-like, which is apt. They're leggy and do need staking, which I've inexpertly done with some bamboo and string. The flowers are white, with just the odd pale pink bloom dotted among them.
These two little plants nestling with their white flowers among the Oxtalis (which incidentally self seeds like crazy, be warned) are Ageratum, bought for 50p each from the Yorkshire Show. They're compact and ideal for edging a border. Apparently they're also known as Floss flowers, according to my 'Enclyclopedia of Garden Plants and Flowers'. Yeah, there would've been a time I devoured novels, everything from Jane Austen to Willa Cather, via the Brontes, Virginia Woolf, Poppy Z Brite, Judy Budnitz and Beryl Bainbridge. Now it's plant books that catch my imagination. Time rolls on ...
Moved from a garden-less city flat in the South West to a Yorkshire village in 2016. I now have a garden ... of sorts.