August already. This summer has flown past. Compared to last year the weather has been excellent although there has been plenty of rain over the past couple of days. Indeed the weather has been so good it was possible to plan a picnic a few days in advance. The weekend before last I met Mr and Mrs London Sister at Waterlow Park where we ate, amongst other things, roast veg and couscous, cherries from Sissinghurst and home made chocolate cake. I brought this fine 1970s bedspread to sit on in the hope that some North London hipster would approach me and beg me to sell it to them for £800. No such luck,
This is one of my staple dinners in the summer with added avocado and a nice hunk of bread. Unfortunately since signing up for my organic vegetable box what I have been mainly eating is broad beans and courgettes. Instead of getting excited when I get home on a Thursday evening when the delivery is made I have a feeling of dread as I go through the box and discover yet another mound of beans and literally millions of courgettes. I am considering making a courgette cake.
There is something delightfully vulgar about this display of bedding plants. One of the unexpected pleasures of becoming middle-aged is that you suddenly get interested in municipal planting schemes. This photograph was taken in Greenwich park where normally the beds are planted in the best possible taste but not this year. My own garden is looking fine at the moment. We have less fox shit around than last year and the snails and slugs are sulking due to lack of rain so I have not needed to use The Bucket of Death to deal with them. The grass is almost entirely brown apart from the weeds which are defiantly green.
Tonight I am going to a summer party.