Friends, it’s been a hellish old week. Honestly, the weather — and if we didn’t have the weather to discuss/complain about, what would we be talking about? - has been utterly revolting.
48C with the humidity yesterday.
That was peak grossness….but it was varying degrees of vile all week.
Yesterday, foolishly, I took Emma-dog out for a short walk (her habits do not waver for inclemency) and my shins were sweating. Needless to say, it was a short jaunt.
Then, last night, a cracker of a storm blew through….and took most of the humidity with it.
There was only minor wreckage…deep gratitude to the clothesline for catching the branch rather than it going through the window. Meep.
I had a very productive writing week…up until Friday when the heat had built up so unbearably in the house that there was nothing for it but lounging on the sofa with books and a whirling fan.
Above, is my current library haul…part genre research, part utter delight. The Shell Seekers is one of my favourite books…so much so that I’ve managed to scout a used copy and it’s currently winging its way towards me. It will likely be an annual read….I build a holiday/winter book fort every year but have yet to build one for the summer. I’ve decided that it shall be a founding pillar. :)
I’m forcing myself to read it slowly this time…to savour the gorgeous details and all that it inspires in me. I love a book that’s filled with domesticity…they’re my comfort reads, hence why they become read-agains. I’m always open to suggestions…especially for stories that would suit a summery book-fort…so bring on the recommendations please!
The garden is between-delights just now….lots of things going-over, lots of things just beginning to unfurl. The storm, with its wind and torrential rain, has battered a lot of the poor dears down..the tall, gangly stuff like sunflowers and coreopsis, as well as the thuggish wonder that is borage. Miraculously, my gargantuan hollyhocks appear unscathed. I won’t complain about the rain, but I would prefer if it wasn’t so violent.
I was just out hanging up the washing…after wrestling the fallen branch off the clothesline (it was very, very heavy)….and was eaten alive by mosquitoes. This is a most wretched climate, I must say. You know, people marvel at the size of this country…and wonder why only a small fraction of the surface area is inhabited by humans….well, that’s because of the fecking mosquitoes. They, and the blackflies, own this country. True story.
It’s time for another cuppa…and perhaps, as a little treat, another chapter of The Shell Seekers. Then I’m off in search of plant pots for my new succulents — a gift from B for our 19th wedding anniversary (this past Monday)…19 years is jade, apparently. Thus, I have three new jade plants. :) I love a wander around this particular garden centre…it’s full of ridiculous extravagances that no self-respecting wild-garden-steward would ever entertain (ha!) but are nevertheless delightful eye-candy. They also have a whole section of organic fertilizer-type things and according to Laetitia, we must be feeding our container plants and flowers. And if Laetitia says so, then I must comply. :)
I wish you a joyous week…of temperate climes and refreshing breezes,
ps. You may have noticed that I’ve added a new page at the top — Good Things — it’s a sort of old-fashioned blog-roll, inspired by dear bloggy friends. Just like the old days of Blogger when we had those in the sidebar…remember that? Anyway, it’s a work-in-progress as I add my favourites…suggestions and recommendations are always welcome as it’s come to my attention that some people I know are blogging and yet I haven’t known…the horror!