Apple Blossom

Harry ran in from the garden this morning shouting, the apples are growing, the apples are growing. Apple Blossom always reminds me of this.

A morning making cardboard robots. An afternoon catching up with emails. An evening of online quiz for Mo's birthday.

I still feel I'm in the Waiting Place from Oh, The Places You'll Go, and I'm looking forward to getting to Monday, when I think I should be past the main window of risk.