Blossom
My walk today took me to the allotment. There is a shed, so supplies can be left without contravening distancing rules. There were bulky things so the rucksack was supplemented with a new bright blue bag-for-life. Nappies (various), kitchen roll (jumbo), biscuits (homemade, d.f. and yummy) and a pot of lavender cuttings from last year. Apart from bashing my knuckles on the gate, mission accomplished.
Pulled up some mares tail, then A came, so after a few words (and no rain), I left.
Sorted.
Blossom out everywhere. Apple, pear on the plot. Flowering cherry in the gardens and our scrumping greengage is in full flower, a promise for autumn!
Of course smoke alarms have to be loud, I know that. After all, they need to wake you up! But do they have to be so loud that they can be heard by people your neighbour is talking to on the telephone?
Sanity calls, only connect.
Pulled up some mares tail, then A came, so after a few words (and no rain), I left.
Sorted.
Blossom out everywhere. Apple, pear on the plot. Flowering cherry in the gardens and our scrumping greengage is in full flower, a promise for autumn!
Of course smoke alarms have to be loud, I know that. After all, they need to wake you up! But do they have to be so loud that they can be heard by people your neighbour is talking to on the telephone?
Sanity calls, only connect.
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