It has been a very strange week with very little gardening and much mouching, more’s the pity. Today I worked for couple of hours at Nancy Nightingale’s and then had a singing lesson. We sang sad songs. I do love a sad song.
The afternoon at Bill and Ben’s was aborted as they had double booked with the power tools men, so I went home.
This is a zinnia in NN’s garden. Strange really, as neither of us remember planting either this one or its compadres. Those fairies are up to their tricks again.