None of my attempts at gardening have done at all well this year. Even shrubs that were doing well previously have suffered. Must be the odd weather. The only things that have done well are the spring bulbs and the montbretia. Longer established shrubs are fine, but they have deep roots by now and can survive adverse conditions. Weeds, of course, are flourishing. I still have some hope of seeing some action from some Jerusalem artichokes that I planted, but we'll see. Just bought new lavender plug plants and have potted them up to replace all last year's ones that died so am still a bit hopeful. Many of the mint plants that I planted in pots last year have died and the rest are struggling. Mint! Struggling! Usually it is an invasive plant and people can't keep it under control. That's why I kept it in pots. I suppose I should be grateful that my rhubarb has survived at all, even though it hasn't grown very tall.
Somehow, I've never been great at growing plants. The first year we made a garden here (1974) I planted out a hundred brassica plants. A neighbour's sheep got into the garden and pulled every one of them out but didn't eat them. They just dropped them alongside the holes they came out of. That was the start of my gardening disasters. No! I forgot. When we lived in Dumbarton, a similar thing happened. An elderly aunt was staying with us and I came back from shopping one day to be told "I thought I'd help a bit in your garden so I weeded that patch at the bottom of the steps." My newly planted chive bed! I do usually manage to grow strong trees and shrubs though - and montbretia.
For breakfast I had one cold sausage, some bits of a melon Neil bought and some tea. It's a new melon on me. White flesh, very much like a honeydew but it is shaped like a slim rugby ball with dark green, coarse skin. No idea what it is, but it tasted good.
2nd meal will be lamb tagine.