No it's not a corny joke.
This is Centaurea montana, a perennial cornflower. We used to have these growing under the front window when I was a child. I used to think it was a weed. It never needed any watering, you see, so that's why I presumed it was a weed. This particular plant was purchased earlier this year from Claire Austin Hardy Plants. Apparently, the cornflower regularly escapes from gardens. Now doesn't that make it a weed ? I've planted it near the front of a sunny border, so we'll see how it behaves.
Yet another hot, sunny day today. And whilst I sat in the shade, others did a bit of sunbathing:
This is his favourite spot, on top of the greenhouse. He sits here regularly in the afternoon, and then goes for a drink:
And what about the blue tits ? Well, I last saw Orville on Thursday night. He was still under the apple tree, but he was looking stronger and healthier. The following day, he was gone. There were no tell-tale signs of any struggle, you know, feathers. So, hopefully, he managed to fly. The parents are still feeding their young in neighbouring gardens, and I really hope that Orville is amongst them.
The weathermen are predicting one more fine day before the storms arrive. That'll be fun.