...are worth more than gold. We went to Suffolk to buy up a retired mechanic's stock of parts, and had a picnic on the way back, parked in Thetford Forest.. Such a nice day, and I didn't work too hard. I can't say how much that means to me...
I spent much of yesterday in the shade, with a book, gently steaming. I couldn't sleep till 3am, it was breathless and much too still, apart from a rampant black beetle which decided to ramble round my bedroom...
Best job of the day was washing pots - the green house was full of little dirty stacks, and I put a bucket under the tap and indulged in cold water. My herb garden got watered too, one cup full at a time. Thoughts about irrigation and dry-gardens abound...
Aaaand Blogger is being Horrid again.. PLEASE leave it be, folks, I don't need a learning curve this steep every single time...
Clean pots
