Love the stone walls. They’re not the dry stane dykes of Scotland but the flowers succeed in growing through them as they do everywhere here.
Walk down to our Friday gathering at the Blue Song. It’s moved to its summer hours. Now from three to five in the afternoon to avoid noonday heat. In fact it’s in the mid-twenties today, a little above the average for the time of year, though obviously hotter than that in the sun. J’s skin is tanning but mine never does, though it would burn with any encouragement. Plenty of free vitamin D.
Those involved in this week’s amateur theatre still basking a little in the well deserved success of the enterprise. Really was very well done.
Posts
