You know by now there’s nothing like a just-washed, sweet-smelling mask to lift my spirits:
Don’t my legs look a fright?
They’re covered in fly-repellent cream. I’m surprised how much I like it. I normally try to run off when my legs get sprayed. But when the cat-cops put on the cream, they give my legs a nice massage:
We’re ashamed that it’s the middle of June and we haven’t checked in on the swallows:
But don’t worry, the babies are on the way as usual! 🐦