Today was milder and wetter. Last autumn, Jackie had planted up a pair of tubs for Mum’s garden. Now the intended recipient occupies a care home, one of these graces the garden of her empty bungalow. The other stands in front of the trellis adorning our garage door.
We took a short trip to the East of the forest, where, at East End the stunning golden mimosa tree is in full bloom;
a pigeon looks down on it from a nearby naked oak.
The corner of St Leonard’s Road and the road to East Boldre is as waterlogged as always once we have experienced considerable rainfall. Water overflows onto the road and vehicles spray as they pass.
At East Boldre a chestnut pony, ankle-deep in another pool, slakes its thirst. Today it can be said that there was water, water, everywhere, and always a drop to drink.
This evening we dined on tangy lemon chicken; creamy mashed potato; crunchy carrots; and tender peas.