Now that we're way past mid-July, a new phase is starting in our garden. The midsummer roses, lilacs and most of the daisies have gone, and they have made room for new, bright colors. Redcurrant bushes have turned red, berries are almost ready for picking.
Gooseberries are turning deep, rich red too, they will need a few more sunny days still - ouch how tart they are just before they turn into perfection. I could eat gooseberries for breakfast, lunch and dinner and snack them between, so I feel very lucky to have two big bushes just outside our living room window.
Strawberries we have just a few little plants from my sister's garden that were moved into ours. Harvesting them will not be too hard this year, what you see above is just about what we'll get, and those I am still sharing with those sneaky fieldfares. But we'll still get our freezer full, I already have gone through two (five kilos each) boxes of store-bought strawberries, and some got into plastic bags ready for the winter too (quite a few were eaten while cleaning *ahem*).
I have written earlier of my missing gardening-gene, and this year wasn't that much of an exception. I bought a few pretty geraniums in early June, and they were officially declared dead by Midsummer. I partly blame cold, rainy weather, but I am sure my missing gene was actively helping too. I was going to toss the very sad looking brown spines (all the leaves were gone), but decided to give them a go still. I planted them all in one big pot, and look what happened! Those corpses have recovered, and there are tens of little buds all over! It will be a mystery what colors we'll see, but here's to zombie-geraniums!
I am next off to patio with Hercule Poirot (outside 23,7C , inside 25,1C), and I wish you a lovely, sunny week!