The snowdrops keep going

The snowdrops have been marvellous this year and have gone on and on flowering.  When I went to Spain, they were in flower in the village graveyard and I did not expect them to look so beautiful a few days after my return.

I like the way the gravestones look a bit haphazard.

The new oil tank was installed - oil was siphoned from old tank to new - the scrap man came for the old tank.   Margret called for a chat. Liz called and stayed a couple of hours. I printed Mum's Easter cards for her.

Somehow the day sped by.