Potted

For years, I always had flowers in pots on my windowsill and patio, in winter and summer. But for the last two or three years I had to give it up, as my elderly cat decided he didn't want to go all the way out to the garden any more, and so decreed that any dirt in a container closer to hand (paw) was his own private loo.

I still miss my elderly cat dreadfully, but there are some advantages to catlessness.

(Have now back-blipped yesterday's shot, too.)

DAY 815