Old Friends

Back at the old garden it's likely peak pulsatilla time .... but I cannot be there to take a look.  A little compensation when I called at my brother's to collect some of the food I have stored in his freezer.

I started sorting the mountain of boxes in my room, some containing things waiting for the move to the bungalow, many just empty boxes which we will need to move the things we are using here.  Ripe for being much better organised it's a job that will stop me getting bored for a few days.  Another load of shopping assembled and delivered  helped break up the day.