Bonsai Hubbard

The Golden Hubbard that hardly made it. His bros and sisters are almost well away but he's still tiny. Poor chap. And yet if he gets going he'll make a rugby ball-sized squash that will keep to March next year and glow with the most brilliant orange hues. And makes the most fabulous soup under The Principal's guiding hand.

A sparkling day here. I issued forth to Deal to do the shop and I realised how upset I have been over Jean's death. Everything that was familiar now has a strange, shaky feel to it. It was only by banging into the normal that I could register how the world feels changed since her death. My tears may be slower to come and sparser but no less sad for that.