
Some more collage images of late summer flowers in my garden. Summer is officially over this weekend.

I love the clematis which I am training to grow up into my Kowhai tree.

Which brings me to this......under normal circumstances, a cat sleeping in a washing machine is amusing. But Grizabella is coming to the end of her life, and my little friend who has slept on my bed for many years is now sleeping in all sorts of strange places. For the last couple of weeks, I've been unable to let the dogs into the back yard as she was living in the garden by day and the woodshed by night. Prior to this, I took her to the vets because she'd lost weight . She had tests that cost me around $250, but showed nothing abnormal.
Griz was born on my bed, around 11 years ago, and is now clearly dying. It tears me up and I know I will soon have to take her on a one-way trip to the vets. For now, she is still eating (but not much) and doesn't seem too unhappy.
Life is tough.