Quieter

This year we have three flowers on our camellia. Sometimes we have more, and sometimes none. Perhaps the ericacious feed I remember to scatter some years makes a difference. Although they don't last, a bush in full bloom is a wonderful sight.

Work​ is so much quieter now the UGs have gone, but their marking remains as a reminder of their presence. A day earlier than expected, a friend called in with her daughter who is thinking of studying with us. She's good, so I gave her the honest hard sell, including the opportunity to chat with my student about her UG experience here, and an introduction to our academic selector.