In our back garden

I caught Gwen out in her blue jammies under the blue tree in our back garden. It's so private that there's no problem sneaking out dressed like this to hang up some clothes or get something from the freezer in the garage. That should be "garage": it's great as a storage place, but you would never be able to get a car into it--or at least would never be able to get out of the car if you ever did get it in.

I've been trying (unsuccessfully) to make friends with the neighbour's cat. He feels quite welcome in our back garden and on our front step, but he doesn't care to acknowledge that we live here. He was basking in the sun today, lying on his back until we tried to get a picture. The wind made him look rather ruffled for this portrait.