Friday, July 5

It always feels dangerous to say this but it seems as though summer might have arrived. Certainly the sun came out this morning and has stayed out. We have done weeding, and Shanti has joined in, not entirely helpfully.

I look down at my Crocs, which I still use in the garden, even though they only ever came into fashion for approximately twenty minutes a decade or two ago.

They remain comfortable, even if the faux fur attracts more twigs and little stones than strictly necessary.

Later, the sun will disappear and heavy rain will begin.