In May and June my potagé or communal garden was a swamp. Then in July and August a brilliant hot sun dried it all into a cracked desert. I worked the soil and planted it up three times in vain, then finally at the end of August I opened and tossed out some packages of wildflower seeds in disgust.

Was thrilled to find these flowers two days ago, which I collected, brought home and painted. I really should try to do a picture every day.