Chance Encounter

Walking down Ellen’s Glen I came upon a bank of lobelia. They had taken root between the householder’s garden fence and the masonry wall separating the house from the road, So, attractive though they were, the householder/s couldn’t see them from their windows or even from their garden.

As usual, they came in variegated blue . . .

. . .and white.

These lovely little flowers cheered me up consicderably.

Unfortunately, with reference to an dearlier post, the men whose large mowers failed to kill off the veronica and orange hawkweed have now found another way to do it. I wasn’t there at the time, but most probably they used those infernal devices called strimmers to finish the job. You can’t win them all.