On Sunday it was finally dry enough to disturb the peace and fire up the lawn-mower. Luckily Ollie no longer regards the machine as a challenge to his alpha-maleness and attempt to silence it by barking vociferously. However, I do have to put a lot of the grass cuttings out for recycling as my compost heaps (yes, plural) can't cope with volume.
I also potted up a sweet little dwarf Pomegranate (or should that be 'pomegranate of restricted growth' in these days of political correctness??). It's replacing a scented-leaf geranium that looks like she's curled up her toes, but I'm always loath to throw out plants so I'll move her somewhere closer to the back door and apply a little extra TLC.