It’s raining…

It’s raining and the petals are falling off my sunflower (as I believe The Mamas and the Papas once sang). It was a good sunflower, this year’s sunflower. It got to somewhere between seven and eight feet which, when you take into account I didn’t actually plant any sunflowers this year, is pretty tall. The trick seems to be growing them in a massive pot. Let those roots roam. I imagine similar results could be had from planting them directly into the ground, but not in my garden, because my soil is bobbins: 90% clay, 10% broken bricks.

It’s raining and I’m running out of things to do with a six-year-old. Summer holidays, eh? I’d ban ’em. I mean, think about it, I had mine years ago. What use are they now? Not really, obvs…

…It’s raining, except it’s not. Not now. It was raining when I started typing this blog, two days ago, but it is sunny now. The summer just spins past, there then gone, lost. I’ll backdate this so it looks like it was posted on Thursday but it wasn’t. I probably shouldn’t have started back during the summer holidays. Oh well.

The petals are all gone on the sunflower. In better news, I have a crop of damsons to pick this afternoon.