It didn't feel like spring at the time

These were taken Friday. It DIDN’T feel like spring. At 5 in the afternoon it was 3C degrees, foggy, windy and trying hard to rain.

Friday didn’t start off auspiciously. I was the last of five in the house to get in the shower, and someone had started a load of laundry by then. Shower started off tepid, and got cold very fast. Well, it was awful, but it was short. I was getting ready for a 10 o’clock appointment, and got a call saying, “Could you come at 11 instead?” Bliss. I returned the call to let them know I’d got the message, and they said, “Would it be okay to put it off til next week?” YES! I got back into bed and slept for a couple more hours.

I hung around in my robe all day – I wasn’t going out in that. Until there was a real, honest-to-Pete crisis – I ran out of coffee cream. Urgh. Since I was going out, I took my camera. I bought myself a cup of coffee and a salad, and on the way home, passed a house that has a very pretty garden, in garden season. Lots of periwinkle on the front lawn, instead of grass – no mowing, and does well in shade. So, here you are.