It’s nearly over. This huge hunk of purple – no idea what it’s name is is the final one of my rhodies to flower and it is certainly a statement, a bold statement. Every year I think, right rip it out it is a terrible colour, and then it flowers and I get all, oh look at that! So, it stays, and flowers away merrily despite having sat if a pool of water for about a year before I moved in and discovered the pouring drain from next door. This year it’s roots are completely covered by grass clippings as I get to work on this side of the garden, trying to build a garden out of the King’s clippings, blood and bone, sheep poos, horse poos, and newspaper.