It’s a Mistery!

Yet another day when we are shrouded in mist; usually it comes down from the top of the hill or we are clear and Minehead and the hill opposite are covered in a thick white blanket.  Margaret said we are heaps warmer than Cheltenham and at least a month ahead in the garden.  However on the upside, they do have buses stop right outside their door, they belong to countless clubs – which they enjoy, and they are walking distance from one daughter and a bus ride from the other.  There isn’t the peace and quiet of living on the hill but Margaret said she doesn’t regret the move for a moment.  She did appreciate waking to our usual birdsong

When we were reminiscing at the reception after the funeral she said:

“Do you remember our first picnic together on Exmoor?  The four of us brought our own picnic and three of us had them in plastic bags but Pat had a picnic hamper.  She had a linen napkin and brought out a bottle of wine and four glasses, carefully wrapped.

When we asked her what she had brought to eat she said she didn’t know – it was a surprise because HTL had made it for her.”

Laughter all around.  On reflection I’m fairly sure this was when my right leg was encased in a full length plaster but that would have spoilt the story.  However there was a time when MTL would accompany me clothes shopping and would wait patiently whilst I tried things on, guarding my stuff and helping me decide.  Indeed he seemed to enjoy it.  Those days are but a distant memory and I hope I have made up in kind for such indulgence.

I wonder if you have had periods when you have been ‘spoilt rotten’.

By the way re the flowers below - if you want to see hellebores at their best click on john.g on the side bar.  John’s Dad has some beauties.