Another beautiful day. I laze on the patio eating porridge and reading the paper. I then make a pathway through our 'cottage garden' to put the libdem tomato and courgette plants in the greenhouse. Fingers crossed.
In the afternoon, with rampant hayfever, I head to the local church to the Memorial Service to be close to my lovely Mum. No, to feel close. She is always close, I know that. As ever, the vicar is kind, wonderful and humble. Flowers and candles for our loved ones and a poem by Stephen O'Brien. I shed as many tears as I have in all the time since she died. The hayfever does not help.
Tea and biscuits are strangely therapeutic and I talk to a lovely person who went to school near me, to my university (contemporaneously) and was born near Lichfield where we lived for 10 years.
On my way home I see more Yellow Flag Iris.
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