Poppy

I sow poppies, and they just don't grow.  Happily nature is helping me out (or mocking me?) by blowing in a few seeds of its own from time to time.

Town this morning for a very sociable market trip.  I must have had my stupid face on, as everyone seemed very anxious to give me unprompted advice about plants. Home then to plant the plants, progress my knowledge of the American Revolution, and dip my toes yet further into the terrifying world of French bureaucracy.  Later, a long chat with my Mam on her birthday.

TallGirl is having a fine time at the bottom of Spain, Mr B is having a slightly dull time in a hotel, and CarbBoy has agreed that life is a little duller without his sister here.