fuschia

not one of those blowsy jobs with the huge flowers that can't cope with rain or a breath of wind, but a proper hardy fuschia, all set to take whatever the northeast throws at it. draw your own conclusions...

got rained on this morning when planting up T's rockery (owner of the hosta bed, which is doing very nicely); got hot and bothered at lunchtime setting up a plant stall for a group of visitors; got a bit cheesed off when the overwhelming majority of said visitors proved uninterested in parting with money. got guilty feelings when realised i'd forgotten my parents' anniversary *again* - oops...

post-hol backblips start here if you're interested