Very warm Wimbledon weekend in the garden and village

Yesterday afternoon it was dry but no sun and I think flowers are often best shown in less light as sunshine seems to wash out the colours.  I sat outside on the terrace for a while with a coffee reading French lifestyle magazines which I was given and later took some photographs in the village and garden.

Today it's very heavy and hot here, as if a storm should come tonight, but none forecast as far as I know. Hardly any breeze at all, so I'm sitting inside watching the tennis at Wimbledon now with a glass of something cold with ice cubes, but earlier I wandered round the garden and here are some of the photographs. 

Above my pink hemerocallis with wonderful blue bits against the pink.  Below a yellow rose which climbs up my house wall in the driveway.

Above, one of the native foxgloves which self-seed at the back of my border each year.  I love them and am so glad they're here.  Below a gazania, in the front of the border.

Above, a very delicate and pretty aquilegia.  Then other odds and ends around the garden.  This is one of the outside lights with Fremontodendron flowers.

Mother Lavender Pekin with her nine chicks.

The biggest and the smallest eggs I collected during this month.

My three rabbits being visited by Purrdy.

Alstromeria slightly battered from this week's rain, but still beautiful.

My beloved Alfie having a roll in the sun by the Escholzia californica and below, marigolds in the driveway.

Holly berries before they turn red for Christmas.

Here's an oak seedling trying to grow in the rubble outside my neighbour's house.

I really like the look of the slates that have been abandoned along the front verge of his house.

Red poppy and seedheads.

This is the lane from the calvaire which leads on down to my home with the blue car outside.

 Below is an unknown blue flowering plant which according to the French couple who gave it to me, attracts bees in great profusion.  It really is very attractive.

Sunflower bud from the two plants growing outside my window.

Huge - as big as a not too big orange - seedheads from the single purple poppy outside the kitchen window.  These should yield a couple of thousand seeds I should think.

These sisyrinchium stratium plants are growing all through the border, like little dashes of sunlight.

Somewhere good to have supper in the evening sunshine.  I have tables and chairs all around the garden - lots -  because I used to have a B&B and they're all from my Cornish garden.  It's good to be able to plonk myself down when I have been standing or walking too much, wherever I am.

 

And lastly, my acer against the sky.

Three things I like:

1.   The cherry jam I made this morning.

2.   To be able to have a drink with ice cubes - at any time - from the fridge ice dispenser.  I've had it for six years now, but never take it for granted.

3.   The peace and quiet in my garden - only broken by birdsong.