Fickle fie yr dirty eye

The long but ever diminishing rain forecast ended up as this flighty squall that missed us all together.

I’ve worked a long hard day in the cooler temps with the thought of a precipitative bounty on my mind. Still watered, tied up cukes and toms, cut underneath the walnut trees and two terraces and then strimmed for two hours. Contours appear again from the cleared and seer abundance of the late cold wet spring growth.

Spotted this cheeky melon growing from the plants I salvaged from the vivaio (nursery). And pickled some gherkins from same.