The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop.
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.