I think when I told my husband that one of the things that I wanted to get from IKEA was “a dish… to make a bee watering station” he was skeptical, but he went along with the plan willingly. Reader, I married him.
When I yell for my dog and she comes running from the back of the yard, I can tell she’s been eating strawberries because she smells like strawberries.
It’s supposed to be thirty degrees today. Hard to say whether this will be a satisfying hot and sweaty day where I get lots done, or a day that’s a bit too hot where I get nothing done and retreat to the basement and watch TV.