Forked Path

Returned back from shopping via the primordial forest. I like to come back this way sometimes for reasons that I think are obvious. Somehow the council has not managed to asphalt this road - but may those that have been metalled rapidly and sponaneously demetal. The elders are in magnificent bloom and it has rained several times in torrents and other periods have been hushed by the soft rain or engulfed by the mist it leaves behind. The young fox that made a foray into our garden and the storks that made a rare appearance on our roof must be under a spell of invisibility.

I started throwing a few pots yesterday which made me feel a little less fed up. The continuing radishes too.

Carla is back in the garden and is considerably cleaner and mre appetising but I hope she is also healhtier following her tooth removal.