Sunday was a no-mouse night.
At least I found no evidence of it, as I had on Sunday morning, in the form of a tail and two back legs.
Willow in fact spent at least a part of the night on my bed and I am always so pleased when that happens.
The promised thunderstorm brought impressive cloud, rumbled a bit and brought some rain, sweeping away the oppressive heat.
With temperatures climbing through the 90’s(32+), I scarcely went outside. Though it’s mostly the biting insects that bother me.
Responsible person that I am, however, I went outside to batten down anything that might blow away.
The heat of these last couple of days caused a growth spurt and I noticed that the catmint is in flower.
The wallflowers are up too. (above)
The dianthus, a recent purchase, looks promising
and the Siberian tea is positively standing to attention.
Challenged by the milkweed, perhaps.
As the storm approached, we saw a deer down in the far field. Even at such a distance I think she knew we were watching. She looked straight at me.
Another friend came by to soak her feet in the water I had just refreshed and she found some peanuts.
She seemed to be having a conversation with someone
Then she said: “I’m bushed! It’s been such a day!”
“Going to lie down to my meal.”
The storm passed with no fanfare and as night came on, the sky turned pink:
This morning, a delightful 54F/12C