Lots of sun today, and wind too which kept the temperature down but made for a perfect drying day. By the time I hung the second load out on the line the sheets were ready to be brought in for ironing.
While Peter took a carful of bags of garden waste down to the dump I had a fairly relaxed morning. I painted more shields including some with a darker green that I made by combining two of the paints I scavenged from the dump. The larger shields are bowing slightly so I'm thinking that if I paint the reverse sides as well they might even out.
Out in the garden I began removing the smaller campanula (a save from the original garden) from one of the raised beds. It has grown too well swamping the other plants and looks messy. If I can think where to put it I may take some to the zoo.
While sitting by the scree garden with a cup of coffee I suddenly spotted a humming bird hawk moth visiting the flowers. With the wind and the waves I couldn't hear the distinctive humming of its wings which to both me and the camera were just a blur but there was no mistaking the large moth. It spent its time going round and round the lavender bushes with the occasional foray to the thrift. I'm always happy to see more visitors to the garden.
With my thoughts turning to butterflies I've been trying to see where I might fit a second buddleia in the front garden. The one I have is a descendent of one I grew at Dingles and has almost magenta blooms which seem to shine or fluoresce. Maybe because of the orange centres of the individual flowers. My neighbour has a gorgeous nearly black flowered buddleia which looks even darker than Black Night and I know she would let me take cuttings. If I do plant one it needs to be where I can reach it to cut it right back each year.
I also baked a Bara Brith for Pete. I had forgotten to stock up on the bags of mixed nuts so used almonds and hazel nuts instead.
I finished off the afternoon sitting outside suitably clad for the wind. I read and then made a start on mending a much loved but very old headscarf. It's one of those versatile very light Indian scarfs with a fringe and thin silver strips that catch the light. When I was in my twenties I would wear that type of scarf peasant fashion. I've had this one for many years but now it's so delicate it tears easily and already has a number of darns done with sewing thread so maybe this is its last repair.