Yesterday in the Grove, gardeners pump water from a tank into strips of hose, which have been sunk into the earth at the foot of saplings planted a couple of years ago. They turn the earth over with a fork to eliminate competition from weeds.
Small orange poppies pop up at random in the vegetable garden, their petals the colour of barley sugar.
This morning raindrops on the leaves outside the window. The first for two or three weeks. I think with pleasure of the seedlings and newly sown seeds in the vegetable garden, which I have been watering for the last week or so in the absence of rain.