Water hycacinth  another small bloom that should be asleep. A clearish morning and more work around the pond, now cleared of droopy royal fern, wayward goat willow, bracken and brambles. Half the gunnera is put to bed too.
All the eating apples are now over but we suddenly realised we had a lot of crab apples - all mostly windfalls but all looking in pretty good nick. They are large and green with a hint of blush. Too tart to eat raw but Himself has been stewing for Ireland as we harvested three large bucketfuls.. I woke up thinking of apples - all the different varieties there used to be - Dunn's seedling, russets, spartans, crisp and juicy cox's pippins. What's happened to them all? Now apples tend to look ubiquitous and taste of very little. That led me on to thinking about mulberries - I reckon it was Suejay50s blip of an intriguing bird in the mulberry bush that did it. When I was growing up my parents had some friends who had a huge mulberry tree. It was great for climbing and hiding in but best of all were the mulberries - like little knobbly raspberries, hard on the outside but bite into them and the sweet red juices dribbled down your chin. I loved them but whoever sees them anymore? Or gooseberries.
Torrential rain this afternoon, more well work.