Dahlias

I think of Dahlias of an old fashioned flower. You don't see them as often as I remember years ago. These are my neighbours and they in their prime, before the inevitable cold southerlies arrive.

I remember growing up we'd visit elderly friends of Dad's. We called him Uncle Dave but I can't remember her name. They had a magnificent garden of Dahlias.

Ask me how sleeping arrangement training is going with Benedict? Just fine, he's pretty much got me adjusting to how things are going to be ;-)

A combination of the little pope rampaging around at 4.30am, followed by cuddles, a run, lots of computer related things in preparation for big changes, and a marathon session in the kitchen cooking and baking, I'm tuckered out.