Thanks for all your compliments about the picture I posted the day before yesterday -- I feel quite glowy with pride.
1. I am down on my hands and knees planting spring bulbs under the weeping plum willow in the front garden. Passers-by can't see me, and I hear all sorts of secrets.
2. Earth worms -- clean pink and grey like city gents -- heave themselves out of the soil and wave their pointed noses at me: what's all this digging about?
3. "I like doing little things for you," he says, filling me a hot water bottle to take to the concert in a church with hard seats.