Pretty frilly pink things they will be one day. I can't wait.
Eilidh is off on her paper round, Nathan and Iona are in their rooms not doing homework. I'm sitting on the couch in the lounge, looking through the windows to the mess on the deck and the growing plants amongst the mess, enjoying the last rays of the low winter sun. I'm feeling drained, but in a weirdly happy way, the way you feel when you're ready to be filled up again.
Tomorrow I might plant some broccoli and sit in the sunshine some more. If it shows up again. Word is, it could.