Dahlias

Really getting into their flowering stride. So far the main customer has been (I think) a buff-tailed bumble bee but from what I understand it can be difficult to tell buff-tails and white-tails apart.

A satisfying and welcomely cool morning at Mrs S. I managed to find enough absorbing stuff to do that I could happily ignore my looming afternoon's dentist appointment for a replacement filling. I never know which is worse: the injection or the drilling. I usually opt for just the drilling and, in spite of a small voice whispering 'This is really going to HURT' in my ear, try to be meditative while the drill is whining away. Strangely, it never does seem to hurt as much the horrible sharp jab did of the numbing injection I once had. No injection also means I can drink a cup of tea straight afterwards too without it a) scalding my mouth, b) dribbling all down my front.