Evening Walk

Aduro always accompanies us, talking all the way; Feathers, after her big scare where she spent the night hidden somewhere, never does anymore.

Happy 8th birthday to our eldest grandchild, here blowing out the candles on the brilliant Harry Potter cake his Mum made him, filled with homemade lemon curd and lemon butter icing. Love him to bits, sorry to miss another birthday, but hoping to see him this summer sometime.

Gratefuls:
- Zion, who introduced me to the uncomplicated love of a Nana for her grandkids
- Mike and I working together on different tasks; he's made screens for various windows, not against mosquitoes, but bigger things, like cats, so we can leave them open in the heat
- first cherries of the summer