I can see the garden from my kitchen window so if the garden looks a mess it adds to the stress of having such an untidy house. If it looks neat and tidy ( albeit being well nigh impossible with all the overhanging trees and branches) I feel better mentally although there should be pantomime calls of ‘behind you’ when I do so. I feel guilty pulling up plants that are still attempting to grow but when things like salvia have become woody they have to go. It’s my fault for never knowing how and when to prune things.
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there
Harry wants to reconcile with his family!





