And as it was one of my self seeded beasts, I was intrigued to see what colour I had.
Instead I saw something else that caught my eye. Munching.
A deer munching my black currant shrub. She is a young one – let’s call her Daisy. It’s keeping the tradition of all the other deer on this mountain we have called Daisy.
A bit like all the Blue Tongue lizards that live around my parents’ house being called Boris.
Did she jump the fence? I hoped not, because I can’t fix that problem. But she twinkled off down the steep slope where the fence ends. So I’ll need to fix that some time today.
The thrill of a rich and varied diet of juicy lettuce, French beans, fruit and just about everything else will be too tempting from now on.
And naturally I forgot all about the sunflowers. So I had to plod out later when I had done my chores and record the first sunflower in bloom.
Well that is if you exclude the sunflower that germinated from below the bird feeder. It came up in record time.