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Gorgeous weather today; summer has crept up softly, warm and fulsome, smiled all day upon us, and I have spent hours in the long border pulling out the sweet rocket which is going to seed, and planting the last of the potted dahlias, more cosmos and pink verbena. I staked everything earlier this month with lengths of hazel bent into arches over the young plants, and the taller things seem to be largely still upright, so it seems to have worked. Alongside the rocket which comes back every year, however ruthless I am, there are masses of lovely tall white agrostemma, Swanlake, also self-seeded from last year, rubbing shoulders with cerinthe, foxgloves and galega, all back without anything to do with me. It is beautiful.