It's chucking it down. On the bright side it is a relief to know that at home the precious lupins will not be thirsty. Here in Devon the important guests are tucked up on the sofa underneath rugs with a cosy fire crackling away and a trash film and, in the kitchen, some unexpected time for me to think and plan. My head is full of planting schemes for autumn, books to read, gardens to visit. It's a good feeling.
Marsh Marigolds in the Chelsea Physic Garden