I am off back home to Shetland tomorrow. One taxi, two flights and Daisy has promised to meet my plane to drive me home.
I will miss so much. A different life. My old one.
Yesterday, it rained most of the day and all of last night.
Mum’s garden was hugely grateful, despite my constant daily watering. Rain is so much better than standing with a garden hose.
The flowers are very happy and everything is making a huge effort. As I walk around the garden in the evening, we are bombarded by the divine different scents – stocks, lilies, roses, honeysuckle. All amazing.
Meanwhile, while the Catalpa bignonioides ‘Aurea’ (Golden Indian Bean Tree) blossomed.
It was magnificent.
And then the rain it rained and all the blossoms fell off overnight and now sit on the lawn like old wedding confetti.
So, there may not be a blog tomorrow. I will be travelling north (all 800 miles) and then there will be my ponies, sheeples, dogs, daughters and OH waiting for me – not necessarily in that order, but you know what I mean.