Wouldn't you just know it ?
I spent every day - every single, blessed, hot-and-sweaty day - for a month before Nadie and Chris' party cossetting my garden into some semblance of respectability ... not easy at the tail-end of a very hot dry spell either, especially with 38C/100F temps the 2 days immediately before ...
and it looked quite presentable on the day... even though not one single solitary person made any mention of it
[ Nadie says that they did - just not in MY hearing ]
in keeping with Murphy's law of gardening, the best of the roses waited until THIS week to show off:
anyone care to hazard a guess at the identity of this red one ? ... repeat blooming, lightly scented, fairly upright habit and large open blooms ... anyone ?
Pierre De Ronsard [ and why on earth would anyone name such a gloriously froufrou pink and white rose Pierre ? ]
David Austin's Leander
of the 75 [!] pots of annuals ... living party decorations really - that I put in purely to fill in all the drought related gaps, at least 70 are still with me. I don't hold out much hope for their long term survival but for now it all looks rather lovely
and last night we got actual rain