The summer icon is ironic

This time last week we had a beautiful warm day, just right for Strawberry Fair. Today? It's raining buckets, the wind is trying to blow my sweet pea canes over, and we had to have the heating on this morning. I slept with a hot water bottle last night. Mind you, we had a proper summer last year so it's perfectly reasonable to assume there won't be another one until 2025. I'm wearing the dress I bought at the fair (with tights and a jumper) anyway. Summer in my mind.

I found one of the antique shops in Ely yesterday selling off old brassware for very little in a basket outside the shop. Picked up a lidless tankard, a little bowl, and a small vase from among the collection for putting houseplants in. I think we might go out this afternoon so I can get a few more - the ones I brought when I moved in are all doing nicely, but I want a few of the air purifying sort to have in the bedroom, and also one or two favourite indoor plants just because. I'm tempted to try a maidenhair fern again and see if I have more luck this time at keeping it alive...