Breakfast with Al Fresco – the ritual first of the year. It was suddenly really warm today, real spring not late-winter. Except it’s February. So there was no choice but to eat outdoors, and a fry-up. Except no tomatoes, the veg-box robbers got those on Tuesday. And then I did an unplanned hour of picking up toys and garden leftovers from Upstairs, so hopefully they can be taken away.
And I saw a bee.
Next, my own bit of garden tidying-up. Mañana.