It's been hot. It's been raining. Everything is the most magnificent colour of green. Yesterday Kevin and I took the Bartster to the Royal Botanical Gardens for a short hike. Here's a quick boo of what we saw:
The Cherry Hill Gate had been a sad sight. I was so glad to see that a new gate was being installed.
All the wild flowers are finished and the forest floor is awash in leafy-green. This is so lovely, you almost don't notice the chain-link fence.
The light was very odd - a little foggy, a little cloudy and then bursts of bright sunlight.
When we stood on the little bridge spanning the pond, it sounded like a froggie banjo contest. Kevin said, if we stand really still, we can probably see all sorts of wildlife - here's a Where's Waldo - can you spot the turtles?
The last leg of the walk looks gives you a great view as you walk up hill.
I took a quick dash out to the bridge to take a look to see how all the grasses were growing.
And then finally home - lunch was a great salad from the garden (and discovery of lettuce root aphids) and this spectacular find - a cicada that had just stepped out of its exoskeleton - look at the edge of green on the wing:
Needless to say - I left this lettuce to harvest another day.