August is fine - it doesn’t have the vibe of expectation or the colour of the earlier months, but more of a feeling of consolidating and preparing. I think it must be seeing the first wagons heading up the dale with straw and hay that makes...
If you are eye level to a tulip head and it’s bobbing in the wind, apparently it's fair game. I’m fine about the only flash of vibrant colour in the garden lying in shreds. The culprit is a four-legged maniac who has ruled my life...
Here is Mango the pig waiting for her annual wormer, all done in a jiff.
Nellie and Norman next!