Wet.

Heavy rain this morning kept me working inside today. Or at least for the morning, until the sun came out again. I worked on my journal and then gave in to Squeaky's demands that I provide a warm lap for her to sit on. 

Once I was able to get outside I focused on weeding the rest of the stone wall. That job is finally done and I did a few more cutting back and sweeping up jobs. Another down-side to gardening in flip-flops is when you discover a slug under your heel, yuck! My poorly foot is no longer painful and the bruise is changing to yellow with a couple of red marks.

I had been working in the shade so once the garden work was done I sat out in the last patch of sun in the scree garden for a cup of tea. There I was joined by various flying creatures. First a bumble bee sat on my t-shirt, then a butterfly sat on my fingers and stayed there while I raised my hand to have some sips of tea. After that a honey bee sat sunning itself on my forearm and refused to move even when I blew gently at it. My last visitor was a white tailed bumble bee that sat for a while on the page of my book.

Supper tonight is the last of the home grown peas and beans cooked up into a soup.  Peter tells me he had noticed the new mirror, just kept forgetting to mention it.

Shark!