So, it's been a bit chilly lately. In fact, we're in the middle of July, and can't seem to break 70 degrees more than once a week. It's been so cold and wet, that the growing season seems to be all but hopelessly stalled. No tomatoes in our garden this year. Slugs are at an all-time high, so no running barefoot through the grass without squishing a bunch of them on your feet (Icki-poo! Can someone say SANI-WIPES?) You can see it in Virg's wardrobe which is about 4 months behind the normal season. Just wait for our line of fabulous fur-lined snowsuits we'll be rolling out in August.
April: here we see Virg sporting his puffy down anorak with hood for Easter.
May: next we have Virg in his flannel-lined wind-breaker with rake.
June: here Virg layers a jaunty, wool-lined hoody
with an orange wind-breaker and rain boots for a stroll around the park.
July: winding it up, here we see Virg in his traffic-orange,
double-thick hooded sweatshirt ready for a backyard picnic.
Can someone say brrrrrr?
