It was appropriate that the final bit of the the back garden work for Mr J was banging in copper nails into the remnants of the ivy (to poison it) along with a bit of weeding. The blossom, leading to fruit, of past labour was looking beautiful today.

I was ‘helped’ by next door’s dog who sniffed around everything I’d weeded and dug over, ignoring calls from its humans until it started raining when there was a swift retreat into the dry!