The sun emerged, for half a day. The wind died down, the temperature lifted. The air was riven with sounds of mowing motors. Len felt the urge.
Before he decimated all the dandelions and violets in the lawn I gathered together this collection of dandelions, forget me not and even a few bluebells to capture for posterity, except the arrangement is untidy and unfocused. Nice colours though.
Clips out this morning. Maybe a shower at the weekend when I'm sure the wound isn't weeping.