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 mouser-in-chief.
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
Ah!
Thank you, Carolyn, for the wonderful pictures of your world!
Joanna
Supplied by Mother Nature.
I just can’t get over the fact how green everything suddenly is … it feels like just the other day that the world was still covered in snow! And I love your high temperatures (though, I know you don’t) 🌞. Ah dianthus – I grew up with them being in our garden … maybe not the wild ones (and one of my dad’s favourite flowers).
We had some spectacular lightning here last night, it lit up the sky for over an hour. Luckily, it didn’t hit the external TV aerial. I like the tired raccoon.
Best wishes, Pete.