What I Can See In My Garden

Tessie, our little cat. She immediately joins anyone who's in the back garden. She is very disdainful and independent in the house and will not sit in laps. But in the garden, she's another creature entirely. She does normal cat stuff there, like purr and rub herself against your legs, which she won't do otherwise.

She likes to watch us work out there. Which isn't nearly often enough!Getting my laundry dry has been a tremendous battle this 'summer'. With the worst summer months for hundreds of years, days of sun, or at least no rain or gale force winds, have been few and far between.

A canny housewife needs to know which days are likely to be 'good drying days', sunny with a good breeze being best. Then, several loads will get dried that day!

A few flowers bloomed, mostly those that take care of themselves and don't need nurturing. No one here has had any time for the garden the last couple of years. It's sad, because in previous years I've loved to get things growing. But something has to give and the state of the outside of the house is one of those things.
Gliders being towed from the airfield by small planes. On good flying days, there can be as many as a dozen of them wheeling high overhead. Oxfordshire has the best conditions in Southern England for gliding, apparently. Something to do with the thermal air currents we produce here!
Good drying days mean heavier things get washed, like this quilt. One of the first things I bought when we got married. It's lasted very well.

I had to wash it in the bath, as it was too big for my machine. I stood treading it in soapy water, like a grape trampler.

Maybe next summer will bring more good drying and flying days. I do feel cheated by the lack of summer this year. I can't bear that Autumn is around the corner, when we've waited so long for warmth and dryness, only to be disappointed.