Potted

Guests at Minnie's wake on Friday were invited to take cuttings from her garden so Roland dived into the (polite) fray and came away with a couple of bits of greenery. Today he has been doing a bit of potting.

Hopefully they will live long and prosper provided that I steer well clear of them. I am not good with plants.

At one point in the proceedings I noticed a large potted shrub with legs walking toward me, kind of like Burnam Wood on it's way to Dunsinane. It was Geoff taking the shrub round to the house of one of the neighbours. They were expecting him.