Yesterday my neighbor came over to collect me to come see something. Got my hat and shoes, sizzling hot, and he showed me this
I had no idea groundhogs could climb. Turns out this one learned in a hurry when the two cats next door encountered him. He's pretty high up, declining to move.
The cats went indoors, but there were humans still out. He sat tight.
While we were watching him, from the butterfly bush, this monarch fluttered right into my face then off into the bush, which he'd meant to rest on.
And here's Friday night's supper, crisp romaine, beefsteak tomato snd ribbon of mayo.
And this morning, summer breakfast, yogurt and apricot, peppermint. Scottish Breakfast Tea.
Eating all the colors.
Hilarious exchange on Twitter today, Brits moaning endlessly about the extreme heat they're suffering. It's about 80° f. True, they're not used to it, but you've never heard such complaints.
The best: you Americans only have a dry heat, you can't feel it! We have humidity, it's awful. And you have air conditioning everywhere.
A number of US people kindly explained. I didn't have the heart to pile on by saying I don't even run the ac at less than 82°. Or that friends who live in dry heat can, too, feel it.
It's all relative. And Brits do love the weather as an endless source of grievance.
In other news I'll post a doll update as soon as I've written it, and there was a great Textile Museum presentation this morning on sericulture, or what the captions called Sarah culture. It's about silk. Mulberry silkworm silk.
That's going to get its own post, too. Too much to squash everything into one post, you'll get in a blur.
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