Like Clockwork

The Red Arrows flew past. We heard them, rather than saw them, but we have experienced it often enough to know what it was. If we had thought ahead, we would have found a balcony

Victory in Europe. Am I the only one who can't bear the bitter irony? They were very keen on flags, the Nazis. Why does it always come down to flags?

Forsythia is a thug and a bully. Every year, I show it cold steel. Once again today, I was victorious. The funny thing is, once you have cut it down and cut it up, what looks like and enormous and intimidating threat fits into a remarkably small space in the brown bin. Not so invincible after all. The council takes it away and turns it into something wholesome. I wonder if all the new councillors will be good at organizing that. The Forsythia will be back next year of course; thugs and bullies are like that

I made frames for the bees to make honey in, and I made bread. A little craft and a little care and, with luck, and a little time, there will be honey still for tea