Jackie took advantage of the early morning sunlight to photograph
a variety of colourful daffodils;
a striking range of hellebores;
a bee probing pulmonaria;
my dwarf azalea, still thriving after twenty years and several moves;
pale yellow primroses
and their brighter primula relatives;
and burgeoning tulips blending with light blue pansies.
When Jackie delivered my muddy red jacket to White’s cleaners last week she was diverted by the purchase of a weighty brass owl, now perched on a lurching post. Its relatives may be glimpsed throughout the beds.
We collected the dry cleaning this afternoon and went on to visit Mum, who, although not quite aware of the global nature of the pandemic, is certainly fully au fait with the precautions at Woodpeckers and the reason for them. Conversation included Spanish flu and the death of Mum’s aunt Holly.
We were required to wash our hands on arrival when our temperatures were taken and pronounced perfect.
As we approached Brockenhurst we spotted a contented pony enjoying the now familiar New Forest vichyssoise soup.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s succulent cottage pie; crisp Yorkshire pudding, sweet potatoes, cauliflower carrots, and broccoli: and tender runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank Marlborough Pinot Noir 2016.