Beauty

Is Truth and Truth is Beauty.
Summer here today. I managed to get my washing out into the greenhouse to dry : a marker of Spring and global warming being well and truly here. The garden so beautiful, takes my breath away. It's shouting for attention and I really welcome soon perhaps being able to do a bit to it.
Lovely Caroline called with new hotties for me : a vital tool in dis-ordered temp regulation. I'm cold one moment baked the next. She kindly insisted on making me a drink : what a treat, more, more I can hear myself shouting
A useful conversation with a pal last night reminded me that although hip replacements are two a penny, my body has been subjected to quite a trauma.
So after my drink I had a cosy lie down. I'll do that again later. My right leg is very swollen and congested.