Cake and other excitement

We're having rather a good summer, particularly compared to the two previous ones. The garden is blooming. I do love these alliums.

Pink, purple and green - I wouldn't like this combination in a dress but I do like it in a garden.

For once, the paeonies aren't being ruined by rain.

The house is full of lovely birthday flowers.

Yellow...

... and red.

Daughter 2, Son and Daughter-in-Law came for the weekend. Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and the grandbabies are down in England visiting the other grandparents.

 We had cake.

And ate it. Mr L wore his sunhat. Very sensible.

Then we went for lunch in the Sheraton Hotel. This was the view from our table.

Sibling togetherness.

The square outside filled up with people watching the men's final at Wimbledon on a big screen.

We returned home to catch most of it. It was so exciting that Son and Daughter-in-Law had to stop watching and go and sit in the garden for a while to calm down.

And Andy Murray won! We were delighted for him; and modestly proud of Scotland's success - or at least the success of Scotland and Spain, where he went to tennis school, and Ivan Lendl, who coaches him, and Miami, where he goes to practise, and all the English people who practise with him and massage him and do all the other stuff. Well done, anyway. It was exhausting just to watch so we had to take it easy afterwards.

And now the descendants have gone again and sadly it's just us and the cats. And the flowers and the remains of the cake (so, not all bad, then).