Having a garden can be very stressful.
First, a whole bunch of nasturtiums grew out of nowhere. I had planted one in a pot a few years ago, but aphids destroyed it. A seed must have fallen into a crack in the patio and this year we were deluged by nasturtiums.
Then the dreaded aphids made their appearance.
After a prolonged fight with the little bastards, I finally gave up because they were moving to my other plants. With a heavy heart, I tore that plant out of my patio and drowned the wee feckers in a bucket of water. I was contemplating pouring boiling water over them – but the bees.
Here they lie dead behind the shed.
Everything ends up behind the shed.
Then yesterday, I had to fight the triffid. It is a bugger of a creeper that we were once delighted with. But no more.
It had crawled up my cordyline.
Then, to add to my woes, my cherry tree is cherrying.
I have been trying to pick them before the birds eat them.
So, today a murmer of starlings descended on my cherry tree. The word has gone out. Irish has cherries. I swear to god, I was walking the dog this morning, and a pigeon suddenly flew out of a tree and headed to my house. It knew I was AWOL. Free for all.
Even if I do say so myself. I love this photo!!!!!
I’ve managed to salvage the raspberries.