I suppose it's entertaining when apples look like muppets but I wish they weren't being entertaining on my espaliered tree. In spring, there was a blast of blossom. Brilliant! When masses set, I was pleased. When there was nothing to speak of in the way of a June drop, I reckoned we were gearing up for a 'best year yet' - and what have we got? Muppets!
The garden, almost abandoned to slugs and snails, is fending for itself. While we've been wilting indoors with the heating on so the washing can dry on radiators, bindweed has chosen its moment to go on the offensive. Glance away for a second and POW! it's grappling with the honeysuckle.
I'll never be struck on split apples but creatures small enough to crawl inside leaves fascinate me. As they crawl, they get bigger. As they get bigger, the tunnel they make gets bigger too - so you know which end they started. The honeysuckle is big enough to host a few miners. I'll consider them garden artists.
I had anticipated a field of aquilegia followed by a forest of foxgloves. The aquilegia which aquileged was pretty but un-extensive. Their seed pods are elegant but slim. Foxgloves? Who wanted foxgloves? Not me! Dum de dum!
Honesty is like an insect. The stages in its life don't relate to each other. The leaves are clumpy, the flowers bright. The seed cases begin as green pennies and turn to silver moons. I like honesty. Sorrel has lovely seeds too. I have a sense that few know this so - see here. Many things are beautiful if you peer.