Something I have never paid attention to before is the beauty in a flower wilting and dying away. The shriveling of petals and change in colours and shape is fascinating and I can't help but think it's a flower's last moment of glory even though it is mostly overlooked. I am enjoying taking photographs of the flowers I was so excited to see blossom just a few weeks ago, like my brave little anemone.
And I almost pulled this out during our rampage last week, but noticed seconds before little spots of yolky yellow peeking out. I am not sure what it'll be, but I planted it at the same time as the gladioli bulbs and I think it might be a variety of them.
The fuschia is doing really well, especially since we moved it and it has more space. I wonder though, will it grow much taller? It's very small at the moment with the flowers almost touching the soil.
Mabel's been enjoying a rogue pot of lamb's lettuce and the spiders have grown big and plump now. They sit slap bang in the middle of their webs, guarding them with a stillness as if they're playing musical statues.