The end of August is here and the first rains have appeard. The ground desperately needed it. The beds are mainly depleted and it is time to start again. Time to sow - the mediterranean has it's joys, like two seasons a year. It was kind of strange to start with, coming from Scotland which has one shortish season per year. August here is like February there, the garden goes to sleep in a manner of speaking. Sure the summer stuff rippens up, but new growth is none and the bestial heat tolls it's price.