With September nearly here and the distant sound of rummaging for cardigans at the bottom of the wardrobe starts to become louder, I am looking back to warmer times. My frog pal made an appearance but he hasn't been seen since. I liked his stripes and mouth.
Daniel guarding the new washing line and making sure everything is safe.
The tomatoes did well this year but the remains have now turned to mush. I threw them by the fence for the slugs to eat.
Viscous teasels. The sparrows like them but they don't like skin or people.
The smell of buddleia is wonderful and I have blown my nose a few times to discover bits of them in my tissue. I shove my whole nose in for maximum scent.