The gales have swung round to the south (us coastal dwellers know our wind directions!) and our usually sheltered garden is taking a bit of a battering. The mimosa isn’t happy and with its leaves tightly furled, the pompom flowers are being stripped from the tree and even the tight buds are heaped in drifts on the ground. Remarkably though, in a particularly sheltered spot, the Black-Eyed Susan continues to carry a few flowers and the Coronilla has never looked lovelier. 
