Wet Summer

This June was the wettest on record in the UK. It rained, and rained, and rained. I kind of hoped I’d have painted the workshop by now but it’s been so wet I haven’t had a chance. Any dry weather we’ve had I’ve been at work.

I like these Nye Bevan roses but when they get wet they fill with water and hang down and turn to mush. This one was lucky and hadn’t filled up yet.

These are two different varieties. One is “Orange Delight” and I don’t know the other, it was in the garden when we moved here.

This is the other rose from above. I need to prune it and will try again to take cuttings from it. The roses it produces are huge and are extremely fragrant. But! A bird in the bush! None in the hand. It’s a proverb subtracted by one.

When the sun did come out, it was glorious. These lilies just popped up, I planted them years ago and they did nothing for a whole year, and then boom.

One positive effect of all the rain is how green everything is.