A miscellany

With the lockdown beginning to lift, sitting in the garden is no longer the peaceful experience it had become in recent weeks. Traffic was all but absent for a number of weeks, and now it's louder again than a simple background hum. It's harder to hear the birds, harder to hear oneself think.

On the other hand, the sun has come out to play again, and we're able to use the garden to work in, laptops at the table under the canopy, the scent of honeysuckle heavy in the air.

We've done some gardening. Garden centres reopened last week, and so we went to pick up some herbs, flowers and compost, and our neighbour has given us courgettes, beans and parsley to plant out. We rooted about in the garden and came up with a number of rather nice pots which had lain dormant for years.

Despite the increasing noise from the traffic around the junction, the woodpigeons' calls are loud and clear, and there has been a great deal of magpie and crow activity in the garden.

M has been writing essays in lieu of exams (2nd year of university), and is almost done. And then her birthday will come and go while we are still largely confined to the house. What a way to exit ones teens!