Red hot poker

This morning I went to the sewing group in Wexford - no-one else did.  So I spent a peaceful couple of hours stitching.  

Then lunch and coffee, before doing a bit of supermarket shopping.

When I arrived home, our teenage neighbour was still digging up stones in the newest flower bed.  W had been strimming, and attacking the weeds and moss on the drive.

After an early dinner, I went to band practice - stopping briefly as I drove out to grab a photo of the red hot pokers.  Developing nicely, on very sturdy, but weirdly twisty stems.