Apples

It is not my intention for every shot of a plant to be interpreted as a lazy metaphor for hope. 

But a couple of allotment hours was nice this morning, and it was good to have a proper last day of the holidays. 

With leftover lamb and chocolate and yet more sun, but without getting stuck in traffic in Callendar. 

Highlights: making a robot head mask, more reading in the sun. 

'Off' to Gaelic class now.