Four days after being incinerated in the crazy heat wave, the climbing Iceberg is putting out new growth. It also shoved a note under the door asking me to please stop staring at it.
The herbs planted yesterday were showered upon by a lot of very heavy rain last night and are still upright. I spent a couple of hours on the terrace this afternoon, pottering: trimming the three boxwoods (all rescues and filling out very nicely) and emptying a pot that has seen better days , pre-frost shattering. It must go. The fig is definitely on the mend but I suspect it will be another year before I enjoy its fruit. Pity.
The lilies still have their buds. I have totally forgotten which one these are. We'll have to Wait and See.