Potentilla

A totally different day from yesterday - cold, windy and drizzly. Feeling a bit like the weather after Andy's poor performance this afternoon - ah well, there is always next year.

We have a few Potentilla bushes in our garden - it seems they were a favourite of my wife Eleanor's Mum.

A little poem I wrote in between tennis matches to celebrate the flower:

Potentilla

Little Potentilla, so small yet so bright
Reaching upwards, finding the light.
Ideally suited, for northern climes,
So very pretty and so many kinds.


Have a good evening