The house is quiet and Tiger has come in from his nocturnal wanderings, wherever he happens to go, and has gone into the loft to curl up on a chair and sleep. Hubby is still asleep.
I have had a cuppa, and decided to address my neglected blog musings. We did have, still have, an extension of the summer weather. A few blips this past month here and there,but not many. My friend complaining that her garden is dry. Me thinking the other day, I need to water the border plants. I shall redeem them today!
|Yes, there was more tea in the pot!|
Hard to imagine now just how much we all longed for last winter to end.
|"Simply the Best" rose. Aptly named|
|"Ingrid Bergman" flowering again|
|Autumn sunshine on "Sir Cliff Richard"|
|Tiger relaxing once more, having finally forgiven me|
for putting him into the cattery when we went to France