Water! Water! Water!

Despite my undivided attention everything's beginning to look a bit desperate ... sort of like a herd of turtles stuck on their backs, limbs flailing about, softest bits crisping in the sun.

The washing does rather well hung out on the line, though.  But seems my Fred's not particularly fond of his jeans starched by Mother Nature.  He stumped across the garden in his stiffened jeans to lodge a formal complaint today.  Dear oh dear, such a scene!  I turned the hose on him to soften the fibers.  Probably should've kept that little trick in my back pocket ... for someone else.

It's good to be alive.

Here's Choir! Choir! Choir! singing somebody elses big hit.  You can join up if you like!