Rocketing to stardom

I walked in Nottoway Park early this mild morning. There was a few gardeners tending their plots, a group of old men playing tennis madly and a dog walker. Otherwise empty compared to Avalon at the same time of day. I think everybody was sleeping in.

The rocket in this plot was 5 feet tall:

Some folk grow strange combinations, like these red currents and opium poppies:

My prize for the neatest was the cabbage wraps:

The Waterford Weavers meeting was very good. They cooperate because there are so few to do the jobs that need to be done. Of the dozen or so members there, almost half were members when I was and I know another four from other groups or since then. And there was a potential new member. I had
such a good time catching up that I forgot to take photos.