The seasons changed when I was away

Twenty days is a long time in the spring

The leaves are out and the flowers are beginning to blaze.

The damn cows are still there and my garden is becoming a jungle.
The back requires a machete to navigate.
I'm debating whether to head to London tonight or in the morning. I have a meeting fairly early and have a dinner date with my 7 year old tomorrow night. Its likely I'll get up in the wee hours and drive as a car would be useful to ferry Jess from place to place over the weekend. The battery was dead as a door knob so I'm a little iffy about bringing it and getting stranded in South London.

Do you care about such things?

I think not.

Middle age is turning me into a master of the mundane it seems.

Love to all on this 303rd post

T