We're having a very cool wet summer. One day it only got up to 19℃ 66℉. Some nights we have the heater on. I feel bad about whining when people are enduring much worse elsewhere, bad floods up north, blizzards in the US, and the big freeze in Europe. But I must admit to feeling very sluggish and disinterested most of the time.
Just before Christmas my husband noticed a split down the trunk of our silk tree. We were able to get an arborist out to have a look and he tied it up and gave us instructions on how to screw it together, which my husband did a few weeks later.
The agapanthus are flowering.
Big snail, even bigger shadow.

















