Verandahing

The poor lad has been wilting in the intense heat. A few days ago I attempted to "wet groom" him, by dampening my hands and stroking him vigourously. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, especially when he saw me with all his fur on my hands. But the massage made him very relaxed and seconds later he was zoned out.

It has taken me two summers to realise that even sitting on a covered verandah you melt. However, sitting under a tree with open branches and lots of foliage can be several degrees cooler. So we both decamped to the Empress tree, set up a table and took our books. It's amazing - I'd never experienced this view before. We also took lemonade!

The bean teepee is producing lots of beans, I can't explain the joy, but it was very real and I had a chat with my dear departed dad and hoped he was proud of this first trinity of runner beans.

Today, I was back to verandahing with my sewing - I have a project to make lots of Christmas tree ornaments as a fundraiser for a sewing school my husband and I are helping in Tanzania. Get your orders in quick!

Some proto-types (minus the hanging ribbon)