My pot of alliums have gone from spheres of purple beauties into glorious skeletal spikes. I like both styles. I am hoping the tiny black seeds will spread and procreate.
It has been a day of gorgeousness in the shade of the trees and little movement. The only method of reducing the torture of cleaning bnb rooms in nearing thirty degree heat was to work very very slowly.
Eight days of festering in a preserving pan the vinegar and blackcurrants have been boiled with sugar and bottled. I am sure it will be delicious.
I am enjoying my pea flavoured Seedlip gin immensely now I have accustomed to the weird taste.