Jungle

Warm wet weather last week encouraged everything to grow in the garden. The lawn was a meadow, the borders, scrubland and the shrubs at the top of the garden were eating passers by


Taken drastic action, up at seven, to the dump by 9.00. Garden now looks like a battle field, many casualties, including by my hands (as soft as my face) that are growing blisters

I thought this was a foxglove but would not be surprised if Jack exchanged his cow for the seeds and is currently up there fighting a giant