So, to celebrate I brought home on the subway (it had been raining in the morning so I didn't cycle) some burned orange zinnias and catnip. It's so odd that I used to hate orange, as a child - maybe because I was little in the 70's, which were basically orange. But now it's a colour that calms me. When there is a red/rusty/orange presence I feel as though I can breathe out.
The jungle of summer. I should do something about it.
My first snail! I couldn't squash him, he's too sweet...I know he'll chew a hole in something, and here he's on a gladiolus leaf (Estorbo got over-excited yesterday evening - I think it was the catnip - and rushed up his scratching post only to discover himself in a cul de sac, between a prickly rose and a wall, panicked, and fell into the gladioli, flattening them)...
The End. Time to plan who's coming to dinner and to find another chicken to debone. Perfect bbq weather.
Quelle horreur. It seems my neighours are moving. People have been tramping up and down all day to look at the apartment. They were perfect neighbours. I never heard them. Before them was the hell of sorority-girl and the voice that could cut glass and fell trees. Pray for me.