The children are building fairy worlds with leaves and lichen, and never want to come inside for dinner. I'm weeding, weeding and weeding and that Mabel, cute as she is, is digging holes where they are not wanted. Cheeky.
The flowers are in full bloom and give the appearance of a proper cottage garden, ahem, in places. We've fox gloves for the first time this year. A new favourite, someone said once you have fox gloves you'll never get rid of them. I must say I'm pretty happy about that.