Haunted boxes

I'm not much of a gardener. I plant summer flowers in these boxes and put them on the veranda banister, pick off the faded flowers and water them. That is all I need to feel happy. But I think the flowers should behave and not jump to the ground. This box made the 2 meter dive landing flower side down on the lawn:


I put it in the corner to avoid further diving. I lost two thirds of the flowers. This is how the obedient flowers look like (when they are really thirsty):



And these naughty ones did two dives. At the first time they even broke their box so I planted the survivors in three smaller pots. Two pots jumped down another time! Now they have to sit on the veranda floor for the rest of the summer. I don't know whether it was the wind or a cat who helped the flowers jump, but it has never happened before.

The summer is turning into autumn, it was really chilly this morning. The harvest time has started. At the end of July I made some cherry jam of cherries my sister-in-law picked. Now the birds have eaten the rest of the cherries. This afternoon when coming from the village I noticed that the raspberries in my father-in-law's garden were ready to be picked:

I went in and took a bowl, and in just a little time I had picked these for him:

They brought him multiple joy: first when I fetched the bowl and told I was going to pick him raspberries. Then when I came in with the berries and showed them to him. And the third time he was happily surprised when he came to the kitchen and saw the lovely bowl of raspberries waiting for him. He would never have guessed I had brought them just for him, and from his own garden. He will be equally surprised every time he opens the fridge and sees some berries, just for him.

My next post will be the 100th, and there will be a giveaway! On Monday I will go on holiday and be back on Thursday next week. I think Friday 15th will be the day I choose the winner.