For the first time for 5 weeks had a stroll in the garden yesterday, albeit with 2 crutches. So much to do, clear up, weed, repair.
The small stream in the wood - which I cannot reach - is blocked and the water is running down the slope to puddle around the Bramley Apple. This cannot be good for it. The mild weather ploughs on and, though January is nigh, geraniums and hollyhocks flower not to mention (as I have done before) marigolds and nasturtiums.
The first tete a tete daff I potted up for Christmas is flowering on the living room windowsill.
The cold frame is a disgrace with withered willowherb
coming through the broken glass.
The top is old, salvaged from the garden that was here before we arrived and the wood is rotten.
Come better weather and limbs I will have to make a new sliding cover. Meanwhile any cuttings are either in a veg bed or in the shed by the window.
A gale is blowing yet again so there will be more arms full of sticks to collect. Almost all will be off the ash trees
The last image was taken yesterday and apart from the last rags of cherry leaves there are still a few rose flowers - pink in the photograph.
The cold frame is on the other side of the blue bench.
And so to Assad - I offered tea and advice to Gadaffi which he rejected - so now I offer a mug of hot chocolate and a hot mince pie with a daub of rum butter inside in the kitchen by the Aga to Assad. This matter can be sorted I am sure.
And thus to Ping Pong Ball and the bats.
Is he really enjoying all this fake sycophancy. I have my doubts that he has any real power - too much gold braid in his vicinity. Not the sort of career (pun) I would wish upon anyone.
He can come too, and bring Adminajabberwocky and his Persian Cat. I wonder of the cat's smile would fade away like that of Lewis C. if he realised how absurd his posturing is. (Though, admittedly, dangerous.)
Mmm! Mince pie. . . .