I spent 20 minutes today grooming our old cat Rafe. I’d dip my hands into the watering can and rub him down, tossing handfuls of fur into the wind. He’s never looked better. His coat combines a panther’s black sheen with the deep sandy texture of a mountain lion. Beautiful. Wrap that coat around a sweet-tempered, stiff-legged, eight-pound old gentleman tom and you have the Rafe.
27°C (80.6°F) Another scorcher on the way. At least the tomatoes look happy – and the basil, too. We’re looking forward to some tasty salads in a couple of weeks.
The fruit has set on the crabapples, the chokecherry’s leaves are purpling, and the delicate fragrance of basswood blossoms colors my thoughts.