I’m still on the old computer, which has somehow lost Word and I don’t get on with Notepad, so my poems have been posted direct rather than here, and the PAD site is a nightmare to read. The poems aren’t up to much: Napo has frozen the poetic flow!
Next door’s magnolia has responded generously to the sunshine we’ve had today. Not that it’s warm, yet, but at least the sun has cheered us up. As did the unbelievably scrummy lunch cooked by our friends at The Mill, since when I am sluggish and sleepy.
Magnolia doesn’t deserve
its reputation as a boring paint colour –
a subtly splendid shade.