
It was great to have him home and I think the fact that we were back at work probably made no difference to this man's mission!
And of course he managed to sunburn himself to the max which, I got the feeling, was not part of the mission. Now we are all back into our groove and the weather has been so changeable it feels as though the summer is well and truly coming to and end.

We have had a long, hot, dry summer - how dry I didn't realise
until I saw the last rose Mum gave me - a beauty called
Sir Tristam. It needed urgent attention (oops don't know how
to get rid of italics!) A bit of water, a feed of rose fertiliser and the result was as you see. I think of Mum and my family most days and sometimes when the need to be with them almost overwhelms me, I look at the garden I call 'Mum's garden' and it always makes me feel better. It takes me back to the visits when the children were little and just before we left to go back to where ever we were living at the time, Mum would hand me a plastic bag with a few things for the garden and always the question 'Would you like a cutting/a piece/a few seedlings of ...?' I always said yes and now I have mum's garden.