One of my greatest loves are hollyhocks and foxgloves. In summers gone by, the house has been surrounded in towering hollyhocks and the sight of them would make me smile - especially as none of our neighbours have gardens(well a massive flowerbed!) in front of their houses - except us - and those wonderful hollyhocks would stand tall and proud and, if I'm honest, would look out of place in an urban street. But I so loved them as they symbolise me and what I love and it was just one step closer to actually living the dream of my cottage smothered in hollyhocks as opposed to a small average 3 bed-semi. Anyway, despite being supported with numerous canes; living on top of a windy hill in a coastal town was just too much for some and I would arrive home and find that one or two had fallen over blocking the pavement and passersby would have to duck their heads and tut disapprovingly!
I would lovingly attend to every plant and even came home in my lunch break once to see if the very first one had flowered (sad I know but I was glad to report back that it had!)and I couldn't wait to see what colour each one would be! The deep burgundy, almost black ones are my favourite.
Anyway this year I sadly don't think I will have any that will be in flower but I have a number of foxgloves and they never fail to thrill me.
Here is the first sweetpea. Now usually they look much bigger and healthier but this year's crop-to-be looks rubbish. Probably the dreadful weather.
Just look at my climbing rose - the one lone flower has been joined by many.
I can't quite believe they belong to me as it is the first time that I have grown a climber!
The sun has proved too much for some though as I discovered Posy in an unusual spot for her..
she went from this...
to this ...!
Today is not too sunny - typical British weather and I am going to treat Lucy and myself to the cinema to see Poseidon as she has helped me all week with the painting. I love going to see a movie but the best part is the pop corn -- I am simply obsessed with the sweet pop corn and just cannot control myself from shoving it in my mouth in a very unlady like manner! This 'problem' then is unwittingly brought home because when I am getting undressed for bed at least half the box of pop corn falls out of my bra! 'And what do you do with it?' I hear you ask.....
...eat it of course!