Nothing but flowers

The Minx and I have a good little system for mowing the lawns together, and up until recently we were on top of the whole endeavour. One way or another, though, we have not, of late, been in Kirkby Lonsdale at the weekend when the weather's been dry and there haven't been other things to do and, well, you can see where this is going.

Looking out of my bedroom window this morning, I was reminded of Talking Heads' '(Nothing But) Flowers': the flora has taken over the garden, giving it an appropriately abandoned look. Actually, I rather like it. I think these flowers on the deck best capture the abundance but without the slightly alarming post-apocalyptic edge.