The frog watches the insects feeding on the Eryngium........
The frog misses his prey and lands in the border. He looks cross. He made me laugh. I like the frog.
The cool damp weather is still with us. There are times when the sun shines, they seem all to brief.
The plants seem to enjoy the weather.
The lack of insects makes me feel a little sad. The garden seems empty. I have missed the bugs this summer.
I sit with the pigeon........he is a loner. He has been here all summer.
I leave you with the words of Oliver Wendell Holmes
On every stem, on every leaf,...... and at the root of everything that grew, was a professional specialist in the shape of a grub, caterpillar, aphid, or other expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part.
Perhaps next year will be a better year for insects :)