Midsummer Pandebrexit -- by Susan Price
No cultivated rose is more beautiful. And the bees and hoverflies go mad for these. They patrol up and down the length of fence the rose grows on from morning until late in the evening. The bees fly away with bright yellow, bulging knee sacks. Somewhere not too far away, honey-stores are being crammed full. A tour round my (tiny) garden. Right outside the kitchen door is a bonsai cherry ( bonsai meaning 'grown in a pot' rather than small.) It is hung with ripening cherries which, I hope, will actually ripen this year instead of falling off. So far, it's looking good. Not exactly a bumper crop but I hope to get a handful of cherries at least. (We moved the cherry to a more sheltered spot this year, which is one advantage of having your orchard in pots.) To the other side of the door are the lilies. Also in a pot. These Asiatic lilies are great but I prefer the taller, fragrant Oriental lilies which are still to come. The bench is a good place to sit -- e...