And so it's July. Dad's birthday month, the strawberries are over, the cherries are lipsmackingly good and the weather has taken a downturn into cool, cloudy grey days with periodic heavy rain. The rain tends to co-incide with my cycle ride home. Funny that. Not ha ha because I get wet, but funny peculiar ... by the time I get home, rush inside and drip all over the kitchen floor (and the cats who come rushing to meet me hoping to be fed!) it has stopped, dried up and is hot and sunny.
I think my henna tattoos are already starting to wear off - I shall miss them but won't have them replaced with anything permanent.
I ordered 2 rose bushes named after my two daughters and OH has planted them next to the Buddha statue in the garden that marks the grave of our last beloved cat, Smudge. I hope they'll take although I suspect roses are fussy and I know nothing about looking after them.
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