Unless there is a blizzard or I'm at death's door it has become a ritual to visit my old friend Joy on Saturday afternoon.
Last Saturday was bright and sunny but still chilly.
Someone has their bedroom window open - a presage of Spring?
On the last lap
Here a spot of colour in her front garden.
A chat, a cup of tea and a ginger and dark chocolate cookie and I'm in the back garden. Since a fall in this part of the garden Joy has been virtually house bound and suffers greatly with back pain.
Happily she can see most of the back garden from the kitchen and the flat path outside
I ventured up the steps but had to really concentrate taking shots - not only is the ground on a steep slope it is wildly uneven and I had a few staggers. Joy and her husband moved from a very large house with a magnificent garden - again on a steep slope. I now appreciate why Alastair had certain requirements when we were choosing a house way back in the eighties; a flat garden was a must.
The birds love this garden and Robert the gardener keeps their feeders replenished regularly.
Is this heather? A Mackay favourite.
There's the kitchen window. doesn't really show the steepness.
This is quite an unusual clematis.
Not focussed but I wasn't either by this time
This was on the way up with the tree a real Spring-like sign.
It's so much easier coming back down the hill.
The holy passion of Friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.
Mark Twain 1835-1910