Eating chocolate doesn’t make gardening appealing. The sun is hitting the wrong spot making it even more uncomfortable to be playing with the mud pile. Every time I think I’ve made it smaller, going back daunts me. The things I have to plant are also needing attention so they don’t dry out completely. And I wonder whether such concern for my husband who’s standing in the sun trying to fix things will be appreciated. He seems unconcerned but we both burn so easily and I am sitting under the apple tree in the shade…

Watering this evening is on the agenda.

Have I done enough digging to justify a barbecue with a nice bottle of wine? A tuna salad and pasta will be our evening meal and we visited the local wine merchant!