Up the Garden Path

Yes, I misled you - not everything here is wilting. My brain must have turned to porridge in the heat to have missed these sun-loving plants.


The pink trumpet vine, which will flower now until the end of the year. Their blossoms smell faintly of vanilla.Campsis radicans, which sends out little suckers and clings to wood and brick. Both plants are very invasive and we have to get the machete out at times...well, at least the secateurs , although we feel as if we're in a jungle when these two are on the move.
These lovely portalacas probably need thinning out. Last year it was one mass of flowers.
Finally, the natural products for pest control have arrived. The supplier had gone on holiday and the distributor was also out of the country. Everything in pots got doused in Neem spray this morning. Let's see if we banish the white fly, mildew and geranium moth.
We've been enjoying a westerly breeze from the Atlantic for the last few days, which has made us a bit more alert, so much so that I noticed an abundance of our black figs. This is the first year that we can count on more than one hand the number produced. I used to treat myself to these in UK when they arrived in their individually-packed paper doilee at vast expense. It's a real buzz now to go and pick my own.