A packet of "gold" (it turns out, pale yellow) nasturtium seeds this year produces a pleasing contrast in the garden. But only just. The seedlings in the greenhouse germinated but grew straggly and weak because the cold Spring prevented me from planting them out when they had reached the appropriate size. The red flowered plants proved stronger, but two of the yellow made it and flourish. Imagine yourself a bee looking for colour signposting nectar.
"Gourmet" at least in English speaking countries is becoming a terrible word, on the path to being meaningless. "Gourmet paninis" I read on a blackboard in The Pantiles. Paninis are street food . Nothing wrong with that but are they sought by gourmets? Why not a gourmet bacon butty or gourmet baked beans? Or gourmet spaghetti rings? Don't worry. They'll be on the the way.
The herb bed in the vegetable garden is getting out of hand. Tall plants like wormwood, tansy and fennel are reaching for the sky. Because the bed, which backs on to a wall, is facing south, weighed down by droplets, they lean forward towards the sun and across the pathway. After last night's rain I embrace the dripping wormwood stems to tie them back. The aroma intrigues. Is this what absinth smells like? It is a sensuous as well as an uncomfortable experience.