It’s a sad story in Mother Nature’s world. There was once a pair of doves that would come and eat in our garden. They became quite tame and knew how to let me know that it was time for the seeds to be served. This season though, only Larry showed up and his bride never did arrive. Sad enough. However little later another pair arrived on the scene and began to chase Larry away. How rude the interlopers were. I do try and feed only Larry, but it is impossible to always be vigilant. That’s ok. I do what I can for ole Larr. Here, he is tucking-in and his table guest is a little tit emptying the bee comb of drone larvae. Well, that’s Larry’s story but there are other things to mention here. Like a show and tell with the termination of the broadbean patch. Here you can see the vigorous plants still standing proud. Then, the empty patch. It has a woeful sight with the harshly sun-bleached soil. And then, one of the compost bins was filled. Then there are the toms. We are trying some new types this year. Mel had asked to see some of my toms, so here re some: Inside the greenhouse there are some stalks that need to be tied-in and suckers as well as branches needed to be removed. But wait, there are more: Speaking of “tying-in”, we have a method. It is the use of a clear plastic KFC milkshake cup to hold the twine. I just shove it into my trouser pocket, pull the twine and clip. Here, a portion of a days’ harvest It has been hot work, but now it is time to cool our heels at home.