A big shout goes out to our good friend Justin Patrick Moore in Cincinnati for sending us a couple of pictures of garden related stuff found on his journeys last weekend. As Justin writes “On Saturday afternoon, I was walking the dog and what did I spy with my little eye, but a garbage can full of little wooden fence slats. We have long wanted to put some fencing around the compost all the way in the back to keep the dog out of it (she likes to sniff through the old food, no wonder she is so gassy). Here was my golden opportunity!”
“Then on Sunday my wife and I were picking up our daughter and her dogs to take them for a walk in the woods. Out in the neighbors trash on the curb when we pulled up was a box of pots that my wife Audrey immediately scored and threw into the back of the car.”
A very big thanks to Rich R for sending us some great pictures from the Lake District over the last couple of weeks. The one above is 
And below is a very odd moon making an appearance up there, the other night below, crazy stuff. The Lake District looks like one wonderful place Rich and ta for the pics, they are always welcomed.
You go away for a week and when you come back the garden has grown a little. We have a pair of cheeky
As we didn’t have much luck with our pepper and tomato seedlings earlier this year, the plants we bought from B&Q are doing well and the few bargain ones we bought at Blythe Hill Festival are starting to grow a little even if they were a little late being put in. We can’t remember how many we got but it was 5 or 6 for £2, what a bargain!
“Then there’s the wonderful Ornithogalum (below) with four flowers now clearly visible.” it does look wonderful Debby!
“And just up the road from here is a great front garden with a wonderful array of tomatoes all along the front border. There’s also sun flowers and other plants I don’t recognise.” That front garden is crazy! Love those climbing tomatoes! Cheers for sending those Debby.
News just in! There’s a new EP release from Jasmine & Madtone and it’s up on Bandcamp 
We love a bus here at Weeds but it’s a different story when we think of bus stations. They never had a good reputation and they still conjure up scenes of just missing buses by a split second, waiting for the first bus in the morning in a different city after sleeping upright on a plastic seat all night after a gig years ago or aimlessly walking from stop to stop looking for the right bus scratching one’s head when on holiday in a different country.
Weeds up to me knees 