The Front Door

Well, actually the only door.
The way into our house is lined with flowers and growth and it really feels good to stand here in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the sheltered warmth and the bright colours.
If you had looked into the window on the left today you would have seen me sorting and tidying as I attempted to move all the stuff piled on the table and under the table. This was set in motion by Jan moving her sowing things up to Betty's, and giving me a space to sort my stuff into. Added motivation came from having friends arriving tomorrow, and wanting to show the house at its best.