Weeping

The local cemetery, a suitable place for a weeping birch and my route home from the supermarket. Milk and bananas needed, as always.
Did nothing much this morning as the rain was tipping down but headed over to see P later; checked out his mail in case anything needed urgent attention; yep! Then a quiet afternoon mostly spent reading. Now there’s football on the telly and the wind is playing our roof like a wobble board!
Thinking positive thoughts for Arnie!