Hanging...

...in the bedroom window - a glass 'shell' that Tom brought back from Maine several years ago. And beyond it, through the window, the garden. Green and lush, even at this time of year. Plants in beds that I dug myself. Christmas roses, already in flower, in front of the greenhouse. Lots of space...

Hoping I can cope with the smallish courtyard at our 'new' abode, assuming that the house sale/purchase go through as planned. And, as the solicitor pointed out, nothing is certain until it happens! [A very nerve-wracking business designed purely to make money for legal professionals, imho!] Already researching plants for large containers.

A damp, dismal day matching my mood. Reading through legal documents and failing to understand very much is so frustrating. What's wrong with plain English?