Remembering

As my MIL reaches the end of her long and productive life I'm also remembering my own mother. Both the plate (which was hung on a wall) and the wooden pot (bought on their Norwegian trip) were hers and now sit on my mantelpiece. Our two mothers were born 6 months apart and had their three children in the same years. I don't think today's women would follow quite the same predictable timetable.

A drifty day when I just can't seem to get a handle on doing anything. Berry has been in a flighty jumpy mood so there was no point training. I did manage to weed through most of the big borders and made a mental note never to buy foxgloves again; the seedlings are everywhere!