There's hope yet.

The weather this summer has been awful. I mean to even call it summer is an insult, because aside from three days in June the whole period has been a wash out. We were so looking forward to a summer of mornings drinking coffee on the decking, browsing the paper in the sunshine, and then perhaps doing some plant and vegetable tending in the early afternoon. Oh no. Everything's been against us, from N working 24/7 to the weather deciding to skip the good stuff this year and plough straight back into the damp dingy greyness.

Then, on top of this, when we finally did make it into the garden to tend the overgrown veggies and make an inspection of potential autumn crops we discovered that all our pumpkins, squash and courgettes had mosaic disease. Brilliant, yeah, thanks for that.

As a result the only gardening we got to do was ditching a bunch of virus ridden plants in the compost. It's to late now to plant more too. It was so disheartening. Okay, so perhaps we haven't been the most attentive gardeners, but I have been out there watering and attempting to keep off snails, the least we could get in return is just one or two plants with healthy crops.

Oh well.

However, not all is lost. As the pictures show, the rhubarb is thriving and we might still get some late tomatoes. *crosses fingers and toes.* If we could just get some tomatoes I will be very happy indeed.

I also bought radishes and turnips today in the hope that if we plant now we can still have a few things produced of our very own. I am hoping that we might even be able to grow some things indoors to prevent the pesky squirrels getting them.

WIsh us luck.