No, not me but the flowers in the garden. Yesterday’s intense heat has scorched the red climbing rose on the barn wall, the hydrangeas and the sempervivum on the rockery. No doubt they will all recover but it’s rather sad when the flower heads are hit when they are in full bloom.
We managed a few hours sitting outside in the shade this morning. Cool drinks helped. I was feeling very relaxed and soporific when I suddenly heard a curious popping sound behind me. I was mystified. This noise continued sporadically. I can only assume it was the decorative pine cones from my fernery opening and ejecting seeds in the heat of the day.
This afternoon we are hiding indoors until things cool down. I have offered to clear up the lunch things if Paul will complete my tax return. Fair exchange I reckon.