I'm not often ill but I started off the month under the weather. I'd had a sore throat which progressed into a heavy head cold and as usual, that went on my chest. The accompanying cough hung around for ages as is often the case.
We've had some gorgeous weather in June, a little too hot for me and definitely too hot for Archie. He doesn't like going to the groomers but I think he was glad to get his coat taken off him this time. He enjoyed the shade on the patio in the mornings before the sun came round, the garden is in sun for the rest of the day so he avoided it at all costs then.
My roses have been brilliant this year, the best they've ever flowered. This one is Our John, bought two years ago in memory of my dad whose name was John. The blooms start off a vibrant yellow but fade to this creamy lemon with tinges of pink which I think is just beautiful. My roses always succumbed to black spot at my old house but they're doing much better here. Only one of my four rose bushes are showing signs of disease, and even that one isn't as bad as they were year after year previously.
It was three years on the 14th of June since my dad died, I just don't know where that time has gone. It seems like only yesterday since I last saw him in one way but then it also feels like the full three years in another. We took some flowers to the crematorium. As I've said before, we have a memorial stone for my dad, my mum and my sister there so we're able to plant a few flowers as well as lay floral tributes. The grounds are so tranquil, it's a good place to be with your thoughts. I like to visit on the days that they died as we had entries made in the book of remembrance which is open to view on those particular dates, so I like to go and see that.
I've read three books this month.