Each morning at dawn, as I work on my laptop, I watch pigeons
sizing each other up on the telephone cables,
or atop the blighted oak on the opposite side of Christchurch Road.
Later in the morning, Jackie walked into the garden to bring back photographs of her cyclamens lining the Head Gardener’s Walk.
Having got the bit between her teeth she continued with daffodils,
and with hellebores.
Our sister in law, Frances, came over for a visit this afternoon. This was very supportive.
Later, Sam joined us from Australia. We enjoyed fond reminiscences punctuating our shared sadness.
We dined on Jackie’s splendid cottage pie, crisp carrots and cauliflower; tender cabbage, leaks, and runner beans. I managed a small portion.