Such a chilly July. It has felt more like September than summer--low humidity, breezy, temperatures not even in the 70s. Today it might not get to 60. It's October, three months early! My tomatoes may never ripen. But the raspberries will. Oh, they are sweet and big this year.
She loves perches.
And the injured Boscoe hunkers down with me in our little love nest in the front hallway. Call me weird; I don't care. I am. But Boscoe is happy, and that makes me happy.