A surprising week.

A week has passed since my last post and things feel a little more normal. The sun has been shining allowing me to spend time in the garden. I haven't been able to get hold of my normal seeds and so I improvised with using seeds from a tomato I had bought, seeds from a capsicum I was using for cooking and some seeds that I saved last year from a butternut squash. The tomatoes and squash have both produced seedlings in less than a week and I am patiently hoping the capsicum won't disappoint. I hope all those panic buyers are as green fingered. 

 The time in the garden helps my mood and I think myself extremely lucky that I have a space in the fresh air, surrounded by nature, when there are people in lock down in flats, unable to get out. I still can't get my head around many of the jobs that need doing, jobs which should have been done last year that now feel like mountains, jobs that only this year have become obvious. I still miss the second opinion and second pair of eyes. The current situation means I can't even get my own family over to help. 
 

   

Tall seems to be back with me. How do I know? Well, I have a spooky tale to tell. Two days ago I changed the bedding. After Tall died I bought new bed sets, a fresh look that didn't mean I expected to see him every time I walked into the room. The following day I woke to find a blood stain on the pillowcase on Tall's side of the bed. I checked myself from head to toe, no signs of injury on me. I checked the dog, she was clear too. The blood had just appeared, it wasn't there when I put the pillowcase on and it wasn't there when I went to sleep. There's only one explanation........