I’m wrecked. Everything was difficult today. I walked out to the clothesline with my washing and realised I’d forgotten my peg bag. I walked in to the kitchen and put on my apron. I walked out to the clothesline and looked around wondering what I’d done wrong.
St. Brigid’s anenomes. These beauties have been flowering since the start of February. They are spreading like weeds all over the flowerbeds and even the gravel. Gorgeous.
I’m off to bed with the hundred-year-old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared.