1 I found a bug on the Fuchsia and was delighted to see that its eyes were the same pink as the flower!
2 This is my boody garden. In the dialect of 19th century Northumberland, ‘boody’ referred to broken china. I discovered this at Tate Britain last week when we went to the exhibition of folk art. Now I have a name for my little garden where my favourite broken pottery is saved. There is a beautiful old plate, half a tea-pot, a piece of terracotta from a bread crock and handles from a beautiful piece of Jane Hamlyn pottery and I just love it, my ‘boody’ garden!
3 Our Jackmanii clematis is beginning to blossom.
We have had the happiest of days, the lovely Mr S, my brother and I, sitting in the garden in the sunshine and beginning to catch up on the three years since we last met. There hasn’t been a quiet moment!