This is Glastonbury weekend, the middle Sunday of Wimbledon – by rights it should be pouring, but instead we are experiencing temperatures in the 30s C here in the south of England.  Maybe it is climate change, but I certainly remember summers being like this when I was a kid.

New border at the side of the house - 1 year old

Thankfully, there isn’t too much to do in the garden at this time of year apart from sitting back and enjoying the fruits of ones labours.  I wander outside for a short while to do a little dead-heading, but the main work in the garden is left until the evening when things cool off a little.  Then the hose comes out and the garden can be enjoyed as the heat of the day gives way to a slight breeze.