A weekend of gardening.

Wasn't it a beautiful weekend? We had sun, some cloud, a little rain (very little) and spent the entire weekend in the garden with the children. Even managed to get to the allotment where things are growing frantically. Take a little tour with me. A view toward the house with the yellow loosestrife's pretty spires. These flowers are great for cutting as they last so well, although they do drop tiny stars all over the table. I have to say this never worries me.



Hmm, forgot to move the space hoppers for this one. Makes a change from the hoover which appears in most of my indoor photographs I suppose.



Mustamg and Biscuit taking it easy. We lost our Aylesbury, Lemony, though have no idea why. Just found her dead in the pen one morning without a single mark on her. She is buried now under the Ballerina rose. Unfortunately, a couple of days later poor Maple, our feisty Kahki Campbell x Indian Runner, was taken by a fox - well, we assume it was a fox though no blood, feathers or sign of any attack could be found. Poor girl was sitting on a nest of eggs, but it is a real mystery as not even the straw had been moved. We need to replace them as Mustang is wearing poor Biscuit out as she is the only female now. Still, all was peaceful when I took this picture.



The redcurrants are beginning to ripen. I will need to watch them as the children and the birds both love them so. I think they are one of my favourites with their tiny globes of the brightest scarlet. We are lucky enough to have more at the allotment along with lots of blackcurant bushes.



The girls have been going into the garden from the moment they get up in the morning. Today Isabella had her breakfast sitting on the bench Tom made for us years ago. It has sat under the cherry tree in the duck pen, but we decided to bring it out so that we could use it more. A little overdue for a clean up I think.



The beautiful creamy rose clambering through the bay hedge outside Dave's writing room...



A self-seeded icelandic poppy opens the first of dozens of buds



Doesn't everyone wear pyjamas and wellies for gardening?



In front of the hen pen...



By the wildlife pond...



All so very pretty and just brimful of birdsong and newts and dainty floating butterflies. I love it. Well, that's it for today. Hope you had a lovely weekend too x