In an effort to
spark joy I planted some rather anaemic looking foxgloves that have
been hanging around the polytunnel far too long. Feelgood will kick
in if they grow and bloom and if not, I’ll have to make do, with
with the thought that I have finally dealt with them.
Freezing today. The
seeds that I’ve sown are making slow, slow progress. Really, I’m
not enjoying the garden as much as I’d do normally.
Spoke to Leitrim
Sister which was quite cheering. Unfortunately, she cannot make our
long-awaited trip to Rathlin because, fortunately, she’s been hired
for a long-term research post. I’ll have to make do with Bert.
My joy today has
been dealing with the anaemic foxgloves and the glass of raspberry
wine I am drinking and the log fire that is burning in my grate. It’s
not much but will have to do.
Foxgloves of Dreams
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