And the heat goes on…….

And the heat goes on and on, at a relentless 30 degrees,(centigrade), or thereabouts, and I am feeling wilted like my animals. Would that I were supple enough to sprawl like the creatures,

or were small enough to creep under the cool nasturtium and zucchini canopy.

Here’s the zucchini in the mix, in case you doubt me.

Oh dear, living in Christchurch has turned me into a heat wimp. Long gone are the days when 42 degrees meant hot, and 30 degrees was cardigan time.

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