in trees in blossom. Florence was beautiful roller-blading on the promenade, she’s poetry in motion. My mum’s bruising is fading, and I would be sorry to say that her very deep purple bruises change colour in a beautiful way, except that it means she’s healing, and that IS beautiful.

Yesterday I finally got out and gave the garden a few hours attention and the earth was a fantastic texture; dark, damp and fine. Also a camelia had come into bloom!