Stairrodding

The rain, when it came, arrived in sharp bursts. I managed to avoid the first lot which crept up on me whilst walking Poppydog (see extra) and spent the afternoon potting up plants between the stairrods.

Our garden is such a mess with all the works that I had trouble sleeping last night, worrying that Dad's very special day would be in an arid, paving-slabbed desert. So I bought some lovely plants that say they're drought tolerant (!) that I'm putting in large pots with some cheap and cheerful geraniums and hoping they will give some sort of softness to outside. I know people won't really care but I so want it to be as nice as possible. I have 3 weeks to turn it around!