The east side of the garden is purple: rosemary at one end, lilac at the other, and in between passionflower, wisteria, buddleia, and a fluffy purple thing of which I know not the name. Soon it will be swamped by the hollyhocks, though.
We didn't get a late frost so this year the nectarines might survive! This week's storms were electrical rather than gale, and the plants don't mind that, especially as no trees were harmed in the making of those strikes. A huge hailstorm around Cognac has demolished vineyards, but the vineyards here escaped.
I've planted tomatoes, aubergine, peppers, lettuce, basil, parsley, and spinach. The snails are delighted. Shame I don't eat snails. There is a very loud cricket out there, too, which harms only my ears. I threw something at it and it shut up for a while.
The upstairs tenants moved out while the building work was going on. When sister arrived for a visit, she discovered that they were back, and had made two neat loos, one on each side of the mezzanine (sister valiantly cleaned up and spread cardboard). One of them popped downstairs yesterday evening, shrieked "Humans! Humans in the cave!" and flapped back upstairs.
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