This morning is a dull morning and when I look at my buddleia I realise how dull it can get. It is still August and not really Autumn yet, although we humans tend to look ahead at things that will be. My buddleia had wonderful pink flowers throughout June and July and now they are no more. There are a few pink tips left and I should now pull myself together and begin to cut away the finished blossoms. We have had a share of hot summer days and it did not seem to want to end, but yesterday it rained. It was not torrential in our area, although in Zürich many flights at the airport were postposed, even cancelled, because of high winds and water on the runways. We just had water in the garden which was not too bad. The disadvantage was that I was home bound and had no opportunity to go anywhere. The advantage was that at last our garden got the dose of water it badly needed and so did the surrounding farms.

My hostas went to seed some time ago and I am left with the stalks containing the seeds and yellowing leaves. Some stalks of my rocket lugularia also decided to get into the photo, only bearing the seedy remainders. It really looks like that Autumn is just around the corner.

But my sweet pea are throwing up a revival with new flowers. They finished with the first arrival a month ago, but have decided to flower again, so we have a bit of colour in the garden.

Today is Saturday and I just said goodbye to No. 1 son who has again decided to make a trip to Zürich. At least in Zürich there is something going on as an international town with its expensive shops on the golden mile of the Bahnhofstrasse, although my son does not bother so much with them. He goes more to the insider places where prices are affordable, although lunch is always eaten on the Bahnhofstrasse in the MacDonalds which everyone can afford.

Mr. Swiss has a few odds and ends to get in town and I will be busy doing my usual Saturday thing which is just a tidy up with the vacuum cleaner and mop and cooking lunch. Our lunches are no longer such a big thing as golden oldies do not seem to eat as much as they used to. I am hoping that we are spared of rain this afternoon and I can go places and see things with my camera.

One bright point in my garden is my rudbeckia laciniata, the big sister of the normal black-eyed susan rudbeckia. They are the last to flower mid August and remain for a couple of weeks. Otherwise temperatures are now moderate and no longe such a stifling heat thank goodness.

I am now going to tend to my normal daily life, without computer. I suppose in the days before computer, Charles Dickens and Ernest Hemingway etc. would be sitting in their respective gardens with a note book in the hand and write down their thoughts. I do not think I would have become a writer if that was the case. I cannot even read my own handwriting sometimes.

And now I am going, so have a good day, enjoy the Saturday and all its trimmings, no stress, unless you want to. One of the pleasures of a golden oldie: do what you want to and not what you have to.