Sunny Sunday

Please, please my dear Fig Tree, please grow some leaves and figs this year. I cannot stand looking at your bare shape any longer, even though it is so pretty.

After a day of slaving in the garden and filling the green waste wheely bin, I scrubbed up and went out with Mr H for a dinner to prematurely celebrate our wedding anniversary. The meal was beautiful. I have at last found a Greek restaurant that I know what I can order. Mr H wasn't as successful, but he will learn.