SPEEDWELL

One of the joys of a neglected garden.

It was a glorious day from early morning through to the first evening star.  I had freedom to potter in the garden, seeking out gaps where I could plant out home grown seedling perennials and biennials.  The Professor and I used the excuse of needing some bird seed to visit the RSPB centre and have a picnic lunch by the Loch.  Then I tossed a scone in the oven for a pal who came round. She gave me the excuse of sitting in the sunshine and doing nothing much at all for a couple of hours. I then got down to some more serious garden tidying before teaching evening class with an altogether delightful group of students.

Some sadness too - a difficult letter and a big misunderstanding (or miscommunication?) that will not be resolved for a long time, if ever.  Sigh.  This being human is tough at times. However, I resolved to take care of myself in the situation, which was neat, as that was the topic of our class tonight. 

Finally, a call from my Number One Canadian Grandson who had been watching the TV debate.  He hasn't made up his mind which way to vote, which is just as well, as he can't vote anyway.  But I love his enthusiasm for all things British!