Magic eye tomatoes. (Or maybe we're just a bit blind....) |
We’re still enduring biblical rain. I know I’m prone to
exaggerating (not fibbing, exaggerating), but I really do mean biblical rain. There’s a storm clattering
outside right now, and I’m watching huge pools of water form on the veg beds.
The poor courgettes look like islands in a lake. ‘Poor courgettes’ has become
the catchphrase of the summer, by the way. Snails have destroyed three of my
kale plants (nooooooooo!) and too many flowers to count. I feel like all I ever
talk about is The Rain. I’m a rain bore.
On the plus side, The Rain mostly held off for our friends’ visit, bar one storm on the Friday afternoon. Highlights of our weekend with friends: drinking lots of gin/wine/beer in the garden, chasing stray chickens from the garden, drinking (again) in super-cool Hambara in Sofia, and placating the world’s most highly strung waitress. Good times.
On the plus side, The Rain mostly held off for our friends’ visit, bar one storm on the Friday afternoon. Highlights of our weekend with friends: drinking lots of gin/wine/beer in the garden, chasing stray chickens from the garden, drinking (again) in super-cool Hambara in Sofia, and placating the world’s most highly strung waitress. Good times.
Naughty little tinkers. And a chicken. |