Good morning Mick and everyone from grey, gloomy Carlisle. Typical November, that's why it's my most disliked month.
I shall break the back of the heavier housework and do the bed-changing and laundry this morning and then read this afternoon. I shall pace myself, the bug I caught on the train a fortnight or so ago keeps trying a comeback.
I was out in the garden yesterday, pruning and planting.
A robin and a blackbird have made their seasonal appearances, the former to take a breakfast time bathe in the bird bath, the latter making inroads on my crabapples and rugosa rose hips.
The crabapple tree was an error by the nursery, they sent the wrong variety for making crabapple jelly but I kept it anyway. The blossoms are beautiful and the fruit feeds the blackbird.
Happy birthday to you Greyduster, have a lovely day.
And have the best possible day everyone.