Blowing in the Wind

Sometimes there are no answers.

A quiet Sunday.   Rain this morning was welcome for the garden, the time indoors spent making up a few more photo-cards for sale in the Railway Shop where the stock I submitted in the Spring is much depleted.  Home-made soup for lunch and after a little siesta I met Jamie and we walked Bella along the seafront.  Meg's reactive nature is an example we don't want Bella to copy so she had to wait at home until later.   We took her and the other Meg to Rhydyronen where the three dogs had a good run in the ball field.   Home for food and a lengthy wrestle with my laptop which refused to restart.  Finally fixed it.  Blip, watched a TV prog with Ruth (remotely), bed.  

Dierama, Angel's Fishing Rod, in the front garden.  The flowers, atop their slender stems, dancing in the wind.