The philadelphus is getting towards the end of its magnificent flowering period. There always seems to be rain to spoil the glorious parade of white. A couple of weeks ago I was hanging out washing in the sunshine and the soundtrack was of maybe fifty bees buzzing away furiously behind me, giddy with all the nectar. I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather be.
So today I have planted these:
Sixteen of them altogether. That should keep the bees happy.
Doing a bit of clearing out recently, came across this which elder son (the chef) drew when he was just seven.
And this is him, aged 18, when he won the Pudz Amateur Pudding Chef competition. He's with the judge, Mich Turner, founder of the Little Venice Cake Company.
And this picture was drawn by my daughter when she was three:
And this is her a few weeks ago at the BMX World Championships in Birmingham. (Note the way she's cunningly photoshopped it so she's the only one in colour.) Yes, that is a Team GB jersey. Competitors came from as far afield as New Zealand and USA.
I have yet to find a picture drawn by my younger son when he was little that shows early indication of where he will go in life - but on current form I should be looking for one entitled Me on the Playstation!
Look, you know who you are. Casting your weather spells. Well, please stop it. I am fed up with all this rain and now we have gale force winds as well and my house, which was built in 1870, is feeling the strain and bits are falling off.
In particular the front fascia board and soffit are disintegrating before my very eyes. The bad news is that the telephone line is attached to the fascia board and at any moment we could lose our phone and internet connections. The fact that you're reading this proves that they haven't detached themselves yet, but the bad weather elves aren't exactly helping matters.
So - to enable us to fix the problem OH has been buying and erecting scaffolding over the last couple of weeks. No, no, no - in this house we do not employ scaffolding firms, we buy our own, because in the long run that's cheaper and anyway - we're bound to need it again somewhere else. You mean, you haven't all got spare scaffolding in your back garden?
Of course, if you employed a scaffolding firm, they would have it all erected in a morning, but we are taking a different route. We don't have scaffolding, we have "an installation". Because OH feels nervous about being on a platform 20' in the air which might wobble, we have bracing poles here, there and everywhere. Even I have been up to the top level (ie roof height) and felt perfectly safe. (I did suggest that a couple of deckchairs would be useful and then we could have our own Jubilee celebrations up there.)
Actually, speaking of Jubilee, when I was last up there on Sunday I discovered, hiding between the ends of the rafters and presumably having been there for goodness knows how long, a rather splendid Union Jack, although it was a bit dirty. I wanted to hang it from the scaffolding but OH wouldn't hear of it. I shall wash it, and then I might take pictures. Very appropriate for the day, though, I thought.