No pictures today as everything is wilting, including me, and all I seem to be doing in the garden is clearing up the mess from the solanum and pink trumpet vine: in fact, it's shedding so fast it's like Autumn. The pears, of which there was an abundance but mostly inedible, spread a yellow carpet on the central bed and I collected a bucketful each time to put on the compost.
We're enjoying a respite from a few days of hot Levante wind before it returns later in the week. Yin hid in the wardrobe for days and Yang ....well, who knows: he only appeared for his grub.
Our little town and separate beach holiday resort is bursting with "emmets" (a Cornish word for tourists from up country)....this means no cash in the ATMs, barking mad city drivers on the road and long queues in the shops. All resources are under strain, the local shopkeepers getting tired and teazy and higher prices on most consumables. Oh, and my neem oil hasn't arrived and I can't make contact with the supplier!
Roll on Autumn!